Thanks for the fascinating information. I have sometimes thought that I would never have gone to an underground station for shelter but of course it may have been different if I had actually experienced the bombing. I think that I would have taken my chances under a stout sandbagged kitchen table like my mother did during the Clydebank Blitz. Their top floor apartment overlooked the docks. My grandmother just went to her bed. Grandfather had a grandstand view from the window and gave a running commentary fortified with a few whiskies.
