A Funny Thing Happened ------- W.W.2
Although I was not around during World War 2 it seems there were many comical incidents that happened during those dark and dangerous times that perhaps lightened the spirits of the local population. One of these happened to my father late on a very wet miserable night at the height of the hostilities.
He was a cabinet maker in North London in a reserved occupation making Mosquito aircraft. After a long exhausting day working and then travelling during the air raids across the city he arrived at Laindon Station intent on just getting home to his family and supper. As he hurried past Churchill Johnson’s builders yard and turning right into Northumberland Avenue the air raid siren sounded. The road in Northumberland Avenue was made of concrete at this time but it had no paths. There were higher grass verges either side where naturally with the camber of the road surface puddles collected.
It was pitch black and pouring with rain but dad immediately threw himself to the wet ground anticipating some bombing and covering his head with his hands. Suddenly he felt a large heavy weight land on top of him.
“What the b!!!!! “
At this point my father realised that a man was laying on top of him. Dad was not best pleased as you can imagine.
“What the b!!!!! !!!! do you think you are doing?”
This smart booted and suited gent still stayed put on dad’s back but proceeded to explain that he had his best suit on and he did not want to get wet and dirty as he worked in the city. My father explained (I am sure in a polite manner) that he was not there for his !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! convenience and twisted sharply propelling his burden into the nearest puddle.
When the all clear sounded both of the men stood up, dad strode away looking back just in time to see the other guy wet, bedraggled and very disgruntled muttering expletives but trying to look dignified brushing himself down. Dad called over his shoulder, “That was a close one wasn’t it, “Good Night” and hurrying home feeling justified with his actions and satisfied with the outcome after his rather frustrating and comical journey home.
He often recalled this incident with glee as he remembered the sheer audacity and nerve that someone could be so selfish when everybody was struggling with their lives during the war. We often speculated who this “gentleman” could have been who decided to use my father as a waterproof mattress. Oh, by the way, so not to offend anybody the exclamation marks can be filled in as you feel fit!!!!!!! but as you can imagine the expletives were quite colourful.
I expect there are many more amusing stories out there that brightened the lives of those who lived through the war years. Do you have any?