December 1940

I am 10 months old and find myself through, I hope, no fault of my own, in a children's home. Watford had suffered bombing for many nights in the London Blitz.  My mother, having lived with my father's quick temper for longer than she desired, decided to move on to juicier pastures. Hence - me in the home and brother Billy parked with a neighbour. My father returned from work to an empty house. After a long search I was duly recovered and returned home to a somewhat depleted family - but for how long? 
to be continued ...