9/11 I was at work too. Someone popped their head around the door and said, have you heard the news? A plane's crashed into one of the Twin Towers. We all assumed it was a light plane, like the one that crashed into the Statue of Liberty a few years before. But people gradually started to tune into the news on the internet and we all watched the towers go down. My overwhelming memory was the shock, taken out in frustration as every single news website in the world crashed under the weight of audience, and not really knowing what to do. Selfishly, we started to wonder whether the City would get hit too, and some people were getting wound up listening out for planes. About 2 hours later we were all sent home, and I spent the evening glued to the news. For some bizarre reason, it felt like the 'right thing to do' in order to make acknowledgement of the scale of what had happened. At the time of the Boxing Day tsunami we were staying with friends, and again stayed glued to the news all day. At first it was hard to understand how so many people could have drowned in the flood water, until you saw images of the water and realised that it was really just roiling, liquid, rubbish. Makes me shiver thinking about it now.