Next door they had what was called an Anderson shelter which was underground. So when there was an air raid, we’d go bundle up in blankets and a thermos, and candles, and books. It was fun. I enjoyed it. I wasn’t aware of the dangers except the following day on my walk to school, I would see where there had been a bomb. And, and you could see a house where it was like a stage setting, the sides, and the back was still there, but the front was missing and just some curtains flapping. So, yes, funnily enough, it never occurred to me. Sometimes it did, but, no, I wasn’t disturbed by the notion of possibly being bombed.