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THE LUCKIEST WOMAN ALIVE

I was on holiday in north Kent from working in Moseys and Stevens’s florist in Berkley Square, where I had served Anthony Eden, and Richard Tauber an opera singer and conductor, as well as many other famous people. I was known as no. 11, we florist were not known by our names just our numbers. Just at the end of my holiday I was walking down a country lane, the weather was atrocious, the river “brog” was swirling down the left hand side of the lane, so I was walking on the crown of the road it was a Friday night and it was blackout I was about 19 at the time the next thing I remember was Sunday afternoon and I was in hospital. I had been hit by an army motor cyclist he picked me up but I was unconscious a neighbour recognised me and they carried me to my mothers, she sought help from a schoolmaster we had lodging with us at the time a young man named Norman. He took me to the nearest first aid post and the doctor there sent me straight into hospital. I had fractured my cheekbone and had many other injuries I was in hospital for three weeks. When I came round air raid victims surrounded me; it was the first bombing raid we’d had. By the way Norman later became my husband

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