Home the Second Time.

My brother Don and I came home together. He went to school and I started school, but then I went down again with double phnemonia and I went into Richmond Hospital, and was put in contraption to help me breathe. I was in their a few weeks, the little girl in the next bed to me died. My father came to see me once in his police uniform, but I was so distressed when he left they restricted visitors. I had to learn to walk again and my mother collected me in a pushchair.

By this time the war was almost ended. But I remember in the school we had air raid shelters but only went in one once.