I was five when George VI died. We were staying with my grandparents just before travelling out to Malta for Dad's RAF posting. I remember standing in the sitting room by the radio and listening to the announcement. For some reason, nobody sat down.
When we returned to England in 1954, I joined the Brownies. I remember the little handbooks we were given altered to 'do my duty to God and the King - Queen was written in pencil over the crossing out.
Good Morning Wednesday 8th July 2026



