Thursday January 19th 1933
Today I will give a detailed account of my day as usual.
7.25 a.m. Up and dressed.
7.40 a.m. Breakfast (porridge, cocoa, bread and butter).
7.50 a.m. Ran to Melton Turn and just caught my tramcar.
8.00 a.m. Arrived at Thorogoods. Donned uniform. Window cleaning.
8.45 a.m. Finished windows. Odd jobs in the shop, tidying paper bags etc.
9.15 a.m. Jobs in the cellar. Cleaning and tidying.
10.00 a.m. 43 boxes of butter arrived by lorry. Unloaded and stacked in the cellar. (56lbs each box of butter).
10.15 a.m. Unpacked the butter. Skinning, cleaning and wiring.
10.40 a.m. Wanted in the shop! It was Dad from Lincoln. Arranged to see him later.
10.45 a.m. Began softening the butter. Very difficult.
11.15 a.m. Ball and Wright weighing and printing. Langley and I continued softening.
12.30 a.m. All feeling exhausted. Tried to melt some of the butter by putting it around the gas ring. Will the Manager allow us a half day?
1.00 p.m. Shop closed. In the cellar we kept working.
1.50 p.m. ‘Pack Up’! We frantically cleared up the cellar, tidied the butter, and cleaned the table.
2.00 p.m. Left the shop. Walked home – no money for tram fare. Fog thickening.
2.30 p.m. Dinner. Potatoes and Brussels with a mysterious meat – perhaps rabbit. Apple pie, nearly cold.
3.00 p.m. dozed by the kitchen fire reading the paper.
4.00 p.m. Dad arrived. Talked.
4.30 p.m. A light tea – toast.
5.00 p.m. To the London Road station with Dad. Car to the Tower and then we walked.
5.35 p.m. Collected a parcel from the station cloak room. My new plus – four suit. Walked home.
6.00 p.m. Another tea. Bread, butter and jam. Read “Denmarks Best Stories”. Belgrave cinema with Barry. Thick fog. I used a pound note from my reserve savings. Maid of the Mountains with chocolate and Zubes.
9.30 p.m. Came away from the cinema. Met Jack Garratt with two friends on the way home.
9.45 p.m. Nobody in. Had cocoa, tomato soup, bread and butter.
10.15 p.m. Finished supper. Reading. Barry went to bed.
11.00 p.m. A furtive cup of cocoa to warm me. Bed. Very cold.
I work at Thorogoods as a learner. My pay is 25 shillings a week minus laundry, cost of uniform and insurance. (Should mention that Barry’s bed was across the room from mine. We had rigged up a piece of string across the ceiling so that he could swich off the light from his bed. Our custom was that before he pulled the string we both gravely whistled “day is done, gone the sun... etc").
7.25 a.m. Up and dressed.
7.40 a.m. Breakfast (porridge, cocoa, bread and butter).
7.50 a.m. Ran to Melton Turn and just caught my tramcar.
8.00 a.m. Arrived at Thorogoods. Donned uniform. Window cleaning.
8.45 a.m. Finished windows. Odd jobs in the shop, tidying paper bags etc.
9.15 a.m. Jobs in the cellar. Cleaning and tidying.
10.00 a.m. 43 boxes of butter arrived by lorry. Unloaded and stacked in the cellar. (56lbs each box of butter).
10.15 a.m. Unpacked the butter. Skinning, cleaning and wiring.
10.40 a.m. Wanted in the shop! It was Dad from Lincoln. Arranged to see him later.
10.45 a.m. Began softening the butter. Very difficult.
11.15 a.m. Ball and Wright weighing and printing. Langley and I continued softening.
12.30 a.m. All feeling exhausted. Tried to melt some of the butter by putting it around the gas ring. Will the Manager allow us a half day?
1.00 p.m. Shop closed. In the cellar we kept working.
1.50 p.m. ‘Pack Up’! We frantically cleared up the cellar, tidied the butter, and cleaned the table.
2.00 p.m. Left the shop. Walked home – no money for tram fare. Fog thickening.
2.30 p.m. Dinner. Potatoes and Brussels with a mysterious meat – perhaps rabbit. Apple pie, nearly cold.
3.00 p.m. dozed by the kitchen fire reading the paper.
4.00 p.m. Dad arrived. Talked.
4.30 p.m. A light tea – toast.
5.00 p.m. To the London Road station with Dad. Car to the Tower and then we walked.
5.35 p.m. Collected a parcel from the station cloak room. My new plus – four suit. Walked home.
6.00 p.m. Another tea. Bread, butter and jam. Read “Denmarks Best Stories”. Belgrave cinema with Barry. Thick fog. I used a pound note from my reserve savings. Maid of the Mountains with chocolate and Zubes.
9.30 p.m. Came away from the cinema. Met Jack Garratt with two friends on the way home.
9.45 p.m. Nobody in. Had cocoa, tomato soup, bread and butter.
10.15 p.m. Finished supper. Reading. Barry went to bed.
11.00 p.m. A furtive cup of cocoa to warm me. Bed. Very cold.
I work at Thorogoods as a learner. My pay is 25 shillings a week minus laundry, cost of uniform and insurance. (Should mention that Barry’s bed was across the room from mine. We had rigged up a piece of string across the ceiling so that he could swich off the light from his bed. Our custom was that before he pulled the string we both gravely whistled “day is done, gone the sun... etc").
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