Born in Coventry (1964) and lived there until I was 22. November 14th very important date to us Coventry kids.
An elderly gent, John, friend of my parents (who, themselves had been toddler/babies in the Birmingham Blitz) recounted how he went to work on the morning of the 15th, and was walking down this bombed out Road, when he came against a piece of string across the road, with a Copper stood on the other side, with his back to him. "Excuse me, can I come through?" asked John. The Copper jumped out of his skin, "Where the hell have you come from, there's an unexploded bomb down there!" he said to John, pointing back down the road where John had just walked.
Similar to other comments above, elderly relative of my cycling buddy back up in Warwickshire, remembers looking out from the South Warwickshire village where she lived her whole life (c15 miles South of Cov) on that night, and said the whole sky was just a bright orange hue.