It was a cold, damp English winter's day during World War 2.
My brother Fred had joined the army and that left just three of us at home, Mum, Dad and me.
My mother was always looking for news from him, I think she missed him very much.
Each day I kept an eye out for the baker's van to deliver bread to the shop across the street.
This morning when the baker arrived I called out to Mum "Bread's come". Her face lit up, bright enough to disperse the gloom, and she said "where is he?" However, her joy was shortlived as she thought I had said "Fred's come."only to discover that it was only the baker.
