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At 6pm on Thursday Novembeer 14 1940 the air-raid warning sounded and my mother gathered us, sister younger brother and me, into the shelter which by day served as the pantry. My mother, a creature of regular habit, always spent Thursday on a special househaold cleaning mission. This day had been the turn of the kitchen and the pantry. So the conversion to a shelter was part done as the contents of the pantry were still in the kitchen.
The raid was Hell on Earth. The noise of bombs exploding, the sound of anti-aircraft guns trying to floor the Hun,the smell of our own double incontinence, was horrible. How we survived if beyond belief.But worse was to come.The town we moved to on the Friday morning was emotionally hostile to evacuees, especially those from Coventry speaking with a London accent. My parents were East Enders.

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