Just lying in bed this morning, I remembered something about my childhood.
I was a secondary school pupil in the early 80s. Our school was a big converted mansion, in the centre of the village, and at 4 storeys the highest buiding there. Which made it the ideal place to position the local nuclear attack early warning klaxon! I’m sure back in those days most places had one, and I suspect ours is still there next to the fire escape just outside the French class window, rusted and neglected after the fall of the Berlin wall. But I remember that every couple of months that thing had to be fired up for test purposes, and that sound, a long, imposing, heavy wail, would put the fear of god into each and every one of us.
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