Later, running for cover when there was a V1 raid with the ominous cut-out of the droning motor (we called them Doodle bugs or Buzz bombs), we finished up sheltering in the Gentleman’s Toilets at a local pub, meeting an indignant customer coming out. After a rapid explanation, he turned on his heels and invited us in!
So, World War 2 ended and the drab colours of life continued much the same, until one day in the very late 1940s or early 1950s, I went out of our front door and naturally looked across to Dolly’s and got a SHOCK that was like a physical bang; Dolly’s new curtains were bright turquoise with red, yellow and black abstract shapes on them, much like stuff shown at the Festival of Britain. Shocked, it was the very first time I had been properly introduced to colour and colour has been with me ever since. I still get a warm glow whenever I think of that day, Thank you, Dolly.