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I am not quite sure whether it was 1940 or 1941 that The Philog, Whitchuch, Cardiff was bombed, but it was January. I was about 5 years old at the time and I remember that my mother was not too bothered about the siren. My mother, my nana and myself were having supper when suddenly a loud bang and everything went dark and I found myself underneath the table where we realized later, the blast had thrown me. There was panic obviously but we were all unharmed. After a few minutes we heard the voice of a neighbour trying to get to us. Unknown to us, the back of the house had gone. He cleared a lot of the rubble and eventually got us out. I should add that my nana was 78 years old so what a trauma it must have been for her. We were taken for the night to Ararat Chapel on the Common. My father had been working 2 - 10 p.m. as a signalman on the railway and returned home to see the houses bombed. Apparently, but unknown to us when we were rescued, 2 neighbours next door had been killed. My father feared the worse. A few days later temporary accommodation was made available in Coryton Lodge, Whitchurch, until we were able to find "Rooms" as was the case in those days.