I got through the 2nd World War, without knowing how long it would take, with bombs falling along "Bomb Alley" where we lived, without quite enough to eat, without new toys, without ,most fruit, without sweets, and sleeping, (or trying to) in a freezing and damp Anderson shelter. No holidays, no trips out, some schooling under the Morrison shelter, and running for shelter when the Doodlebugs came over. Not even quite enough medicines.
However, my happiest and most memorable Christmas ever, was spent under the stairs, but Dad had somehow found a Christmas tree and had made a silver star that lit up, absolute magic
I survived the Doodlebugs and I will survive the Coronabugs
SO WILL YOU