MAY 1943
I suppose it was bound to happen eventually. I had been getting away with going off on my own for hours at a time and taking myself to places I shouldn"t have been and getting away with it all. That all came to an end one hot May day when we were let out of school early having had a couple of air raids during the day and been sitting in the corridor for long periods. The raids appeared to be miles away and no danger to us but you never could tell.
I left school in the early afternoon with the sun beating down and a somnambulistic stillness in the streets all around; it was often like that following air raids. I passed the sweet shop and gazed longingly in the window, noting the sign saying Sorry, no Ice Cream and thought I would like some toffee but I couldn"t get any without a
