I worked in an optical instrument factory in Camberwell Road in South London all through the war. I slept in the basement and one night a bomb fell in the canal next door and we were thrown out of our bunks. It was a very stout wall and nothing was damaged.
We did not have "Music while you work" but everybody whistled the latest music. One of the directors was a Mr.Whipple so we used to whistle "Whipple while you work"! (The old song "Whistle while you work".)
On one occasion I was coming down the outside stairs and had to pass a flue from the paint shop ovens and at that moment there was a big explosion in the ovens and I got a blackened face much to everyones' amusement.
Submitted by: Ginge
Story Location: Camberwell
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