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As soon as the war was over mum and I lived in expectation of Dad appearing every day.
Whenever mum went out for any length of time she left a plate of cold meat and cold boiled potatoes on the table covered with another plate in case he came back that day.
Of course when it actually happened it was a wonderful surprise.
Mum was walking along by Weymouth harbour when a taxi passed by. In it was my Dad. She ran after the taxi shouting "That's my Sid". She ran and ran, but the taxi driver was unaware of her shouts.
When I got home from school that day there he was! I was stunned and he was amazed at how much I had grown.
He hadn't seen me for six whole years.
Of course we were all one parent families in those days and sadly many Dad's didn't return.

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