Desperately, and remembering my year 5 or something georgraphy, I ran to the doorway to our lounge and clung desperately to the frame. The ornaments in the room, sitting on the shelves wobbled about. Some fell over whilst others fell right off. I heard my Mum gasp behind me as a figure my Dad had bought her for her birthday fell to the floor and smashed into numerous pieces.

And then, it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. The whole episode lasting no more than five seconds. I pulled myself free of the parents crushing arms that until then I hadn’t noticed around me and stood in the middle of our wrecked room. The TV flickered feebly before slowly coming back online, thankfully it hadn’t broken.

The TV presenters, again, looked terrified. Shakily, they reported what they were hearing right that minute. The terrorists as they’d plunged to their deaths, had set off the bomb, which exploded halfway down to the ocean floor, sending tremors across Britain and the western coasts of europe.