MONDAY 8/10-FRIDAY 12/10 The monotony of the pig heads was broken only by putting in three hours of overtime on Wednesday night to clean out the factory, and by payday on Friday when I was paid £85 for last week.
I spent a few hours at Ann’s helping her in the garden and around the house. In the evening Alan [the chef at the Dove Inn where Linda was working] came down to our place for tea. Linda cooked up a yummy roast of turkey and veggies and we ate it while listening to some of Al’s tapes. After we had finished our meal we biked around to the Prince Leopold pub at Upton Lovell for a beer. It was a freezing cold night and it was a slightly crazy thing to do but it was fun. When we got back to back to our flat we scoffed a cheesecake which made us all feel sick!
TUESDAY 2/10-SATURDAY 6/10 The week shot by once I had gotten into a routine. The job is hard but I guess it is a job and will certainly be a good talking point in years to come!
On Saturday we had to start at 5AM to get as many heads done as possible. So, I had to set out from home at 4:15AM to get to work on time. It was a warm, mild morning with a bright first quarter moon lighting my way as I cycled across the valley listening, appropriately, to Greig’s Morning Mood from Peer Gynt. The village of Heytesbury was silent and asleep and a thin mist drifted with the Swans upon the still water of the Wylye River.
I worked from 5:15AM to 12:30PM then cycled home again. By the time I got home it had turned cold and a howling wind was blowing out of the northwest. I sat outside and fixed the puncture in my bike tire then went upstairs and spent the evening watching TV.
FIRST DAY WITH PIG HEADS. I got up at five and after I had made some lunch and had breakfast, I set off in the dark to ride to work. It took 40 minutes as I had found out yesterday afternoon when I cycled in to see how long it would take. The trip home had taken a bit longer as I had had a puncture and after going to every garage in Warminster looking for a spare, I ended up pushing the damn thing home and pouring rain.
Anyway, when I arrived at Wylye Valley Meats, the boss, Tony, gave me a blue coat and a little white plastic hat and I was set to work picking up pig heads and putting them down on tables to be boned out. What a job!
It seemed to take forever for the day to pass but eventually it was home time and I biked home again. I arranged with a bloke from Sutton Veny to get a ride into work from now on until we can get a car.
In the evening we went into Warminster to the Rose and Crown pub for drinks as it was Alan‘s birthday.