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During the war we lived in Hertford Herts.
I can remeber sleeping in an Andersen shelter that was constructed in our back garden. My father later modified it with railway sleepers to give it an entrance at 90 degrees and to make it larger. I expect he did this to make it safer, from his WW1 war experiences.
We often watched from the doorway ,(wearing steel hats) at the searchlights over the city.
One night when we were in the house a parachute bomb went off nearby and shook the house so much that it threw my brother off a camp bead on which he was lying. He had earlier broken his arm leap frogging over a nieghbours fence. The bomb damaged my grandparents house so much that they had to come and live with us.
The authorities also built a blast wall in front of our living room window, at the start of the war.