Did anyone understand the X/Y factor regarding fuel and light? I was told that, as a civilian, I need not worry my overburdened brain cell, but my neighbours appeared exceeding vexed on occasion.
In the early days at Gutersloh we had mediaeval coke boilers in the cellar, prone to goining out in mid-winter when I was on the night bind at work.
Every now and then a delivery was tipped down the chute, the old boy doing the business using a system of balls on a rail to count the sacks.
After a too-successful mess do in black tie, I was locked out in the small hours and used the coke chute to get into the house. The theory was that on black gear the coke dust would not show. The black shirt gave the game away. That incident needed a lot of grovelling when we got back to communicating.