This is a humorous memory of a boy growing up in Norfolk from the thirties to the present day; about relationships, the Second World War and it's effect on ordinary folk on the Home Front and life after the war as I grew up. The terror of being bombed, the uncertainty of where the next meal came from and the stoicism of women trying to manage the needs of their families while their menfolk were fighting in other countries. We kids mainly thought the war was exciting, better than the Cinema, until we realised the realities of it. Despite all the dark side of war the Brits never lost their sense of humour, I'm sure it helped us to cope with whatever was thrown at us by Adolph and his gang!