6. It saved my Dad’s life
My grandmother believed this story until her death. My dad was only a child when the war was in London. She had been bombed from her home and was staying at a friend’s house. She was put up by a friend in a top-floor room.
She was taking my father upstairs to bed, when she saw a figure on the stairs tell her to not sleep in that bedroom tonight. She walked back down the stairs to tell her friend that my dad and she were both sleeping in the living room that night.
Her friend agreed, but was annoyed. The roof collapsed on my father’s cot that night after a bomb went off near the house. He would have died.
