I was born in 1942, and do remember going into the garden shelter. Later my grandad, who lived with us, dismantled it and made some sort of Heath Robinson arrangement, that helped my little brother to walk. I also remember being stung by a wasp/bee? and walking up the garden path back to the house for some TCP.
Our house backed onto a small orchard, and I can remember mum looking out and seeing the trees draped with parachutes from bombs that had been dropped, but not exploded.
This next story, is not remembered, but was told to me by Mum.
One day I was out playing in my sand pit. Mum was pegging out washing, when she caught a glimpse of something shining in the sand. I was dragged indoors, and somebody? was informed. The UXB team turned up at our door, and were extremely pleased to unearth a bomb, the kind of which was new to them.
We also had lovely neighbours, honorary Aunties and Uncles.
Dad was not conscripted as he had a reserved occupation job as an engineer, and was involved in PLUTO.
I do remember Mum bringing home, in the big old coach built pram, aluminium parts, that had to be filed down before being used for construction.