I am a draughtsman in a "hush-hush" department. One night, after working late, I got back to my digs to find I wasn't allowed in--time bomb near. Dead tired, I dragged myself through the black-out to my cousin Jack's.

Jack's family were in their cellar shelter. He kept turning on the light. His wife Mary made endless cups of tea. And the children were restless. I slept through most of it, but didn't get much good out of my sleep.

I felt fit for nothing in the morning and it took me over an hour to get to the office, standing the whole way, first in the long queue at the bus-stop and then in the bus itself. I wasn't so fresh when I arrived.

I couldn't get on with my work as well as I should. I didn't blame the chief when he said I wasn't exactly helping to win the war. "What," I asked myself, "shall I be like after months of this?"

Johnson at the next drawing-board always merry and bright, gave me a tip. "What you want, old boy," he said, "is 1st Group Sleep. There are 3 Sleep Groups, and 1st Group sleep is the kind we all need. You want to take Horlicks."

I took his advice. That night at Jack's we all had hot Horlicks, and we had it every night after that. The kids couldn't get enough of it and we all felt the good it was doing us. I wasn't even wakened by Jack's snoring!

I am a new man now. I am fitter than I have been for a long time. I don't mind the journey to the office and the chief says that if there were more like me--well, Hitler would throw in the towel!