Eight years later
ELSIE HAMILTON
The loud ringing of my alarm clock shocks the sleep right out of me. I jumped out of bed and squinted at the clock, 4am, uuhhh, I headed down stairs to the kitchen, and put a pan of water da had filled for me last night, on the aga and added a shovel coal to the boiler, before running across the yard to the privvy.
The top floors of the packhouse and the kitchen had just had new fancy water boilers fitted, I saw enormous bathtubs and toilets being taken to the Alpha and ranked rooms. They don't need to be filled with buckets, hot water comes straight from the tap, aahhh, I can imagine lying stretched out in that bath. No getting a frost bite on the ass from using an outside toilet for them, Bastards!
After doing my business, I rushed back to my family'
