One day in 1970 I bought a house, Naish house.
A week after I met the love of my life. We lived happily and
had children, Jack, Lucy and Harriet.
Christmas day in 1985 a maid came running down from the
tower shouting “the towers on fire, the towers on fire.”
Later that day I woke up in hospital. That was when it
struck me, I had passed out from all the smoke. Luckily the doctor exclaimed I
could go.
I went to see my wife. I saw her numb. But I wondered what
to do there was only me.
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