Dad used to listen to the news on the radio and stick little flags into a big map of Europe that he had pinned on to the kitchen wall.

Soon the air-raids began. I was terrified of the sound of exploding bombs and heavy gunfire. It was such a relief to know that thunder really was thunder.
Our Relay wireless was on all day and it would broadcast advance warning of an air-raid.
Programmes would be interrupted by a mans voice saying "An air-raid warning in the London District has now been officially circulated". We had been issued with a large metal table - it filled the room. It was known as a Morrison shelter. We all got under the table when there was an air-raid warning. Sometimes we all slept under there. Everyone was issued with gas masks. The baby had a sort of enclosed carrycot. Later she had a Mickey Mouse mask.
Before Georgie was a year old it was decided that Mum, my two sisters and me should be evacuated.