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September 12, 2001 

I've spent this afternoon since I turned on the radio at about 4:15 struggling to comprehend what is going on. I have friends in New York, who I am glad to hear are fine. Every time I hear a siren I look up, wondering what's happening. Then I realise that nobody is going to crash a plane into Andover, and I really am losing it. So I'm off to get a cup of hot, strong, sweet tea. How British.