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Black out curtains. Buses and trams having their lights hooded. Walking outside using a torch which had brown paper with just one little hole in it to let a ray of light out. No street lights. Every door on my street on the latch for children playing outside to run inside the nearest when the sirens went.

Sitting in the front room with a coal fire at christmas time, singing carols, to experience the loudest bang, resulting in soot coming down into the hearth, lights going out, and the house shaking. In the murky darkness, my mother got up to feel her way around to the kitchen to make a much needed cup of tea. A V2 rocket had exploded in the next street. Planes flying overhead in dog fights. Barrage ballons on the common. Being so big, they used to frighten me to see. Dad coming in with butter he had bought on the Black Market. The Gas masks! I couldn't breathe in them.

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