Basically it was a leaflet that said,'if the worst happens kiss your backside goodbye'.
Protect and Survive
Though I must admit, in the original leaflet pushed through the door, there was information saying not to expect buses to be running once you came out of your shelter, but, joy of Joy's, full time employment, squads of us would be assigned to fly swatting duties.
Weren't you glad when this leaflet dropped through your letterbox?
At least you'd have an extra piece of paper to wipe your arse on during the fortnight you were entombed, ha, a fortnight? They just wanted us to dig our own graves!