My Grandmother remembers the one that landed in Usk road. They lived a few streets away in Ballentine street. In the previous years they had an incendiary bomb

My Grandmother remembers the one that landed in Usk road. They lived a few streets away in Ballentine street. In the previous years they had an incendiary bomb land in their roof that was (thankfuly) only burning slowly. My teenage father had to go up into the loft and remove it. On another occasion one burned through the lid of their fairly new dustbin. Dustbins were very very hard to get hold of then - like anything made of metal. Previously my Grandmother referred to Hitler as "Herr Hitler", after that it was "That bloody man". My Father knew at that moment that Hitler would lose the war.