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I was very lucky in the war, with lots of near misses. We lived in the middle of two houses that were both bombed. The small bombs would drop in sixes. So you would count and after 6 you hoped you were safe.

I worked in Lever house, doing marketing for soap. Each day a coach would pick us up and take us into work. One day a bomb dropped just seconds before our couch passed by. We saw all the windows of the tram blown out. Another near miss. Living in those kinds of circumstances became the norm and you grew to accept it. One night my Mum came calling to get me out of bed. The rest of the family were sheltered in the Morrison Shelter ( a kind of metal table which you put in your house) whilst bombs whistled past either side of us. I said I was too tired and just stayed in bed. I even managed to get back to sleep.

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