My earliest memory goes back to the second world war. I clearly remember being on the porch of my aunts house. It was dark. I must have been well under the age of two. My mother was holding me in her arms, my aunt standing to our right. The grown ups were looking at the sky and I remember the drone of aircraft overhead. Were they our planes or enemy planes heading for Liverpool? I've often wondered. I can still hear the drone of those planes. I think the anxiety of my mother and her sister must be the reason for the memory imprinting itself on my young mind.
Good Morning Good Friday 29th March 2024
They don't really care do they
Shall we reboot our cartoons thread again? 😁
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