The sound of the heating kicking in wakes me up, the pack house is old and so are the pipes, they hiss and groan with the effort of warming this decrepit, hefty house.
I turn over and check the time it’s 5.55am, my alarm is set for 6am so there is little point in trying to get back to sleep so I get up, turn off my alarm and get ready for my day.
I choose jeans, a jumper, and underwear from the chest of drawers and a towel from the hamper, and head for a shower.
I’m on breakfast duty today. I took over the job when Heather found her mate and moved out of the pack house almost six months ago. The money’s not great but there are perks to working in the kitchens, such as having unlimited access to the cooking facilities, getting to help chose the menus so you get your favourite
