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During the Battle of Britain in North-West London there seemed to be constant raids, which even continued over the weekends!
We were oblivious to the dangers of the planes and often would go outside to watch the skies, rather than go to the air-raid shelter. The planes were flying so low we could see their markings, and when we saw the red, white and blue we would cheer our boys on in the dog fights, irrespective of the dangers of the shrapnel.

During the actual Blitz the aid raids would start at half past eight in the morning - when people were going to work, but instead of heeding the sirens we carried on regardless and went to our jobs. It never crossed our minds that we should do anything else!

When I came home from work at about six o'clock, I often used to meet my mother running toward the air-raid shelter (which was situated in a courtyard in the middle of our block of flats). My mother was carrying my dinner between two plates and she would tell me to "Hurry up and get changed" so that I could get to the shelter to eat my supper!

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