The Battle of Britain and The Blitz
…d smells of London’s docklands on the first night, when warehouses full of rum, paint, rubber, pepper, grain, sugar and tea went up in flames: tea fires, it seems, are ‘sweet, sickly and very intense’ (25). Then there was the woman seen by one special constable tottering down the street, holding an umbrella and singing ‘I’m Singin’ in the Rain’: but ‘The only rain coming down was the incendiary bombs’ (44). Of course there are also many stories, s…