During the Blitzes when we went to bed we always had our clothes laid out ready to put on in a hurry , we would hang our trousers on the bottom bed post .
In one April raid Charlie had just returned from an interview at Newark for the R.A.F. - he joined shortly after - anyway , he was away two days and returned very tired . We were all asleep when the sirens went , then the bombs started exploding . Len and I got up and dressed . Suddenly Charlie sat up and shouted " The Droms are Bopping all around " , jumped for his trousers , got his head entangled in his braces , pulled on the bed post , still shouting " The Droms Are Bopping ". Len disentangled him and we ran downstairs killing ourselves laughing . He didn't see the funny side at all !
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