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At the end of 1941 we moved to Hollesley, one evening my mother had taken my brother and me to a whist drive as she could not trust us to be left alone.

As the ladies were playing, we heard the sound of a doodlebug approaching. Everyone stopped talking and waited. We heard the engine stop and immediately the ladies all hid under the wafer-thin card tables with their bottoms in the air and their underwear on full display. Peter and I spent the next twenty minutes convulsed with giggles. In actual fact, the doodlebug landed on the marshes some five miles away.

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