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The houses had an 100ft long gardens where I lived in the suburbs of London.
In the early days of the war, the outside shelters were erected in every other garden, with an access gate in the fence.
Our next door neighbours had one which we shared. Cold , damp nights were spent underground whenever the siren went off. For years after the war, shivers always went down my back when I heard a siren.
Later we were given the Morrisobn shelter indoors. That took up most of the living room . It replaced the dining room table under which we had to dive if the sirens went off. We also had to get into the understairs cupboard. I got used to sleeping in the Morrison shelter.

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