Sowerbutt knew that he had a
bad habit of drifting off to sleep in a hot bath. Many times he had jerked
awake in cold water. In recent years, he had been awoken by Polly banging on
the bathroom door. This time it was different. A huge shuddering explosion sent
the water surging from one end of the bath to the other, and then another blast
and another. Seconds later, a fist pounded on the door. “Guv,” Spaghetti
shouted. “The Jerries are back. Incendiaries have dropped just round the
corner. We’ve got houses there.”
Pulling on his clothes as he
raced down the stairs after Spaghetti, Sowerbutt feared this was the end game.
London could not survive wave after wave of Jerry bombers, there were no
defences that he had seen. Churchill would have to do some sort of
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