I have an odd 'memory'. It was February 1952, snow on the ground and very cold, I can 'see' the living room, a large fireguard covered in steaming nappies, my brother was about 18 months. I went with my Mum to the coal place at the side of the house to get more coal late morning and the 'old lady' from across the avenue came to our gate and called to my Mother 'Isn't it awful, the King's dead, it's just been on the wireless'. That memory is even now very vivid but my mother always said it never happened, my Dad brought the news upstairs when he brought a cup of tea before work.
However during the various Jubilees it was said that his death was announced late morning, my Dad couldn't have told her, but she had died years earlier.