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Part way through the war I went to work in the fire service. We would work one night on duty, One night on call and have the third night at home. It was a big joke in our service, because on one of our home nights we set fire to the chimney. It took us a while to live that down.

we would often have to run across the yard between bombs to contact the fire service and send them to a new shout. The handbook we got suggested several ways of contacting the fire men, the strangest of them being to write them a letter.

I remember walking home through rubble with fireman working non stop all night and day. One fireman told me how tragic it had been when they worked hard to put out a fire only to find that those sheltering in the cellars had been drowned with the firemens water.

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