June 25th 1940

Tuesday June 25th

We had our first air raid, which really passed off as a huge joke, for Mother and I had several small casualties before we got into the cellar both times.

On the first adventure, Mother left her dear teeth upstairs, we both left our gas masks in the hall, and Mother had my coat on.

The second time I got my “slacks” on backwards way first, but neither time was there any AA* fire, or the least reason to be nervous.

*anti-aircraft