…this just arrived through my door. Apologies for the poor quality but JazzBiscuit started it off.
If I ‘found myself near’ an explosion, I think I’d be remembering back to that time I browsed through that leaflet Emergency Willie gave us all. Right before I put it alongside my extensive collection of out of date iodine tablets.
53 degrees 
In the event of an explosion, he who smelt it dealt it.
Office of Emergency Planning? Hmmm now how does one get a job there – I’d say you’d have a whale of a time
I thought that most planning in Ireland was done in an emergency?
All this talk of emergenices brings me back to late autmun 1939. Jumpers for goalposts, coal for dinner and to school through the fields.