An online chat between me and Jill, earlier this evening. Destined to become a wartime classic. ;)
jill: hi babba .... do you have your miklat [bomb shelter] sorted??
 me: lol
  it's locked and hasn't been used since 1973
  and it's down the block - too far to reach in time
  i'll just take my chances
  but i do have the lovely little instruction pamphlet from the homefront command to help me
Homefront command.
The lovely little pamphlet. Website here.
 jill: i had a huge fight with the vaad bayit [building committee head]
6:56 PM me: oh yes?
 jill: i finally got him to open ours and it's disguting .. there are the bones and fur of a dead cat in there
  he laughed at me when i ordered him to get it cleaned!
 me: what?!
  call the municipality
6:57 PM that is revolting.
  god, i'm steaming mad just thinking about him
  i am starting to think we have a good chance of getting hit, BTW
 jill: yes me too
  that's why i'm checking you know where you gonna run
  what about ginzburg [my local cafe]
 me: i suppose i could go there
i think i'm just going to have to take my chances
  the law of averages does comfort me
  and you know i'm not one to succumb to psychological warfare
 jill: indeed ...but humour me
 me: lol
  i will call the municipality and ask them what they're doing about our shelter
  but i am not holding my breath