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We all remember wearing siren suits as small children during the war. I was 3 in 1939, my mother would put me to bed in a siren suit (it was a warm all-in-one suit with buttons up the front - or a zip if you were posh).

If the air raid siren sounded she would pick me up, wrap me in a blanket and take me down to the Anderson Shelter in the back garden. There was a round oil heater and bunk beds.

These siren suits were a proper nuisance when you needed to go to the toilet.

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