Mrs B [our cleaner] comes in for a drink and we talk about what Oak Village used to be like. Mrs B bought a pram from a lady who lived here. About that time our house was a ‘sort of club’ and Mrs B hadn’t liked to ask further about it.

Also a wonderful story about the war. There was an air­ raid shelter in Lismore Circus and one night a lady came in to find a friend of hers… unfortunately the friend’s name was Cass. She couldn’t get any response so shouted the length of the shelter for her. ‘Cass! Cass!’ Mrs B says she never saw such a panic. Half­-cooked food went flying as everyone scrambled for their masks.