I was a 7-year-old schoolboy in 1942. This is a story of a typical day in my life back then. The previous year London had been bombed hard, and the bombings 1. had destroyed many buildings and killed people. But now the bombings 2. had stopped and I walked to school every day. I had a free bottle of milk at recess and after school I went out and played with my friends. After that I walked home. As I walked past the fruit and vegetable barrows in the High Street, I checked to see if there were any orange boxes. Mother 3. had heard a rumour that a ship with a cargo of oranges was supposed to arrive at Liverpool. But the ship 4. hadn't arrived according to schedule because something 5. had gone wrong. When I got home I had my usual dinner, which was bread and margarine. Margarine back then was quite different. It didn’t taste like butter and it was nearly colourless. I knew Mum had some real butter, but she 6. had hidden it, because it was only for special occasions. So we didn’t have any luxuries, but life was still OK.