My family lived in Caterham during the Battle. I wasn't around then and I wasn't to make an appearance until 1947.
On one of the big daylight raids on Kenley the siren went and my mother shepherded my sister and three brothers into the Anderson shelter in the back garden(my father was away in army.) She then went back into the house and started turning off the cooker and taking things off the stove etc and generally faffing around in the way mums do. As bombs started to fall my sister (the oldest) screamed at mum to hurry and get into the shelter. This she did, and none too soon, as within less than a minute a bomb fell in the street in front of the house and pretty well destroyed it. I often think that if mum had been a minute later she would quite likely have been killed, and I would not be here telling this tale.
Funny old thing fate.