Truly fixed memories of all this. Bloom’s Bakers in Stockwell Road/ I remember my friend’s mother sweeping out the glass from the shop window. And Mr Bloom putting his buns and bread out on a tressle table to sell as if nothing had happened. Mr Tasch the butcher on the corner of Love Lane was in a huge mess. But it was so everyday for us in those dreadful times, we just helped out and carried on. Jean, my best friend at the time, subsequently went to live in USA. I visited once in the 60s but she died some time ago. One day our school got a direct hit. I think it is called Durand now.
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