“One day my mother and I had gone to the ‘British Restaurant’, a subsidised cafeteria run by the WVS with the aim of saving on the fuel costs of home cooking; my mother always called it the ‘communal kitchen’, a derogatory term perhaps derived from the Great War?
We had left someone in charge of brother Pat, born in 1941, who was lying in his pram in the garden.
When we returned, we found that there had been a brief burst of anti-aircraft firing in response to a raid, presumably, which in the British Restaurant we had not heard. The minder had brought Pat into the house. In the garden, just where his pram had been, we found a substantial nosecap embedded in the lawn.”
Read the full memory of the West Wickham British Restaurant here > https://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ww2peopleswar/stories/82/a2021482.shtml