Last night, the sirens sounded on Mayflower Street. We gathered up our most treasured possessions and necessary bits and pieces and headed down to the public shelter. I was looking after the boys and Hattie at no.12 and I think they missed their Mum – Rena Atkinson. She is out of town at the moment, but due to come back next week. I am sure they will be happy to see her.
There was generally a good atmosphere in the shelter, people playing cards and games to pass the time. Hearing the sirens and actually getting down there was the worst part. Once you’re there, you have the comfort of all the families around you – and other people to help keep an eye on the kids – and things don’t seem as bad as they are.
If you were one of those sheltering on Thursday, do let us know about how you felt down there and what you did. Was it how you expected it would be? Did you find yourself more or less frightened that you anticipated? Do tell all.