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Our house had only two bedrooms of which the back room was the only one able to hold two beds, so for some reason which I cannot recall, Mother and the girls slept in the back room and Dad and I had to share a bed in the other. At that time the bed springs were on a frame that sat on the metal part of the bed, and one night when I was sound asleep, Dad got into bed, and I awoke with a start, and everything happened in a rush I heard Mother shouting in a panic, 鈥渕y god what鈥檚 that鈥�, I automatically answered that it was alright, Dad answered that it was not alright, and it sounded to me that his voice came from somewhere down below. I then came to my senses and realised that Dad had fallen out of bed.

During the war, no light could be shown that could be seen outside as it could be used by the pilot of a German plane as a target for a bomb so I had to pull myself along the bed in order not to step on Dad, then make my way to the light switch.

On switching on the light, I saw Dad struggling with the bedclothes, and getting more entangled. I, between giggles, told him to lie still and that I would disentangle him.

He told me not to dare laugh at him, which made me laugh all the more but we soon got him freed and found that the spring had slipped and caused the upset.

Poor Dad had a hard job living it down!

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