About the Anderson Shelter - we had one - actually three, because we moved three times, and the last one was newly built for us; we were over-run with black beetles for the first few nights we stayed there, it was in the height of the blitz and we were in London. I can still hear the crack of these being squashed (in newspaper) and the feel of them as they crawled over us. Another of ours was at the end of the garden; we lived in a flat in a house the top flat being occupied by a strange spinster, who decided in the middle of an air-raid to walk down the garden to join us in the shelter (something she had never done before) with a candle! Our first one was a couple of yards from the outside toilet which was useful, but crowded, two families. Our friends had a Morrison, not sure if they ever used it, for me it was claustrophobic.