We moved back to Bedfordshire. One day Jane had just arrived in Bedford to do some house-hunting, and in checking into my B&B flicked on the television to see the news that a plane had flown into one of the Twin Towers in New York.
She phoned me in the office and we all managed to get some info and pix before the Net ground to a halt. One of the women in my team was devastated, because her parents were in New York and planned to visit the WTC that day. It took her thirty hours to make contact with them, fortunately they were OK.
We initially rented a tiny two-up two-down thatched cottage at Scald End for several weeks while our real house transaction unfolded. It was attached to a turkey farm, just before Christmas and as we went to the barn where we could do our laundry we watched as their numbers declined day by day. The farmer explained that he could slaughter a turkey stood next to another and the survivor showed no reaction, do this to a goose and the tension experienced by the survivor would mean you could never pluck it, the feathers would be locked into the traumatised goose.