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In January 1941,Portsmouth was experiencing the first serious blitz. My mother and I and spotty dog were sheltering in the reinforced coal cellar(with lid in small front garden).We had a direct hit and half of the house ended up in a heap in the front, covering any escape.Fortunately, our neighbours were 2 young ladies doing "their bit for the forces", entertaining Naval personnel,to my mother's disgust. But bless their hearts,they set to heaving and digging, and got us out. My mother never criticised them again.
Two weeks later my father came home on leave, sat through just one raid,declared he'd rather be on an aircraft carrier in the Pacific,packed us up and took us to grandparents in the Midlands.

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