My sister was once on a course for very important nurses. She was, at the time, the senior nursing officer for Cambridge and attended the course with matrons from all over the country – a fierce regiment of women.
During the night the fire alarms went off and gathered on the lawn of the house were these redoubtable ladies in dressing gowns and hair nets.
I asked my sister what she had taken out with her. Her reply – my glasses and my fags. Things important to her at that moment in time.