"'An overwhelmingly honest account of one boy's wartime memories'" The Good Books Guide "'Written to almost make you wish you had been there'" The Times "'Terrific, an insightful memoir about family love'" Evening Standard "'I loved it. Wheal spins a fine, affecting tale. It begins in a world where, on Fridays, factory girls wore curlers in their hair, and the now gentrified streets were once known for the brutality of their Saturday night fights. It ends with the horrors and destruction of war.' Gilda O'Neill, author of My East End and Our Street"
A warm-hearted and moving memoir in the tradition of The Road to Nab End