shop. The siren blew its warning and
I looked to see what would happen. A
nun seized the hand of a child she
was escorting and hurried on. She
and I seemed to be the only ones who
had heard the warning. Small boys
continued to play all over the
pavements, shoppers went on
haggling, a policeman directed traffic
in majestic boredom and the
bicyclists defied death and the traffic
laws. No one, so far as I could see,
even looked into the sky.I think you’ll agree this is hard to
believe. The Blitz was war. The
exploding bombs sent deadly shrapnel