Friday December 2nd 1932

A happier day than usual. Morning tying poultry. Gruesome work but better than 'drawing'. The birds are poor scrawnies, so we tie them in such a way that they appear to have some breast meat. Mac, who comes from Lincolnshire, told me that he hopes to be the charge hand after Christmas.

Weighing butter in the evening; not so tiring as the softening. Hygiene here! When the blocks of butter are just too hard to bash into softness, we put a block on top of the Valor oil stove, which heats this cellar! When there are fights in the cellar (which happens because we are all tired & irritable), lumps of butter are thrown at each other. Huge,'1/2lb chunks are left hanging on the cement walls after one of these squabbles; they are just scraped off and put back in the heap for beating into softness!

Left work 10.30 pm. with a cry from the manager, "'I want you here at 7.30 tomorrow, Dawson!" Have started early three days this week.