My Dad managed to visit us just before Christmas that year, and said he had something sad and something glad to tell me. First he told me that my dear Grandfather had died and then he told me I had a new baby sister, called Georgina.

We were in Blaenavon for a number of months. I remember bobbing for apples at Hallowe'en (I had never done that before). I remember trudging to school through thick snow, and the grownups talked a lot about power cables coming down.

We were brought back home sometime during 1940. I can't remember dates but we met our new sister. Mum and Dad said we were talking with Welsh accents.
The war had not yet reached London so we settled down at home again.