a queston for our northern brethern

This wasn't a huge place with shifts, just a sawmill and box/crate factory siren before the work day, guess everyone had to know how many minutes after the siren they had to leave home ...

Maybe he used an alarm clock powered by an hourglass? Brian

Am 22/04/2023 um 11:29 schrieb Brian Gaff:

Asking for a friend, you guys in Angloshire never had roosters as low tech alarm clocks? Or is it something only vile Continentals do?

There was a knocker upper knocker upper. and for them, a knocker upper knocker upper knocker upper.

Cheers

Dave r

I don't in fact sleep lightly in that situation.

I always remember to switch the alarm off.

Nope.

In which case they weren't part of the NIGHT SHIFT.

The knocker up work is a tiny part of the night shift time wise.

And in fact they weren't mostly employed by the workplace, they were in fact independent people who were paid by those they knocked up.

Yep

Our village only had one gas lamp[1] - just outside the railway station[2]. I assume turning it on & off was a job for the station staff.

Bovine excrement seems to be your specialist subject.

They were very cheaply made. There were certainly more accurate clocks to be had, but they cost a d@mn sight more.

I've just noticed that "factory owners employed 'Knocker uppers'" part of this post. As far as I know, it was usual for the individuals to pay the knocker upper, not the employer. This was cheaper than getting your wages docked for being late (or fired for repeat offences).

But what happens if the knocker upper's knocker upper gets knocked up?

Nowhere to keep chickens in a mill town terraced house. The front door opened straight onto the street and the back yard was just about large enough for the outdoor privy and, possibly, a coal hole and somewhere to hang washing.

Or is it something only vile Continentals do?

My later partner's ex-husband's grandfather used to stand at the gates to his factory, watch in hand. Anybody who arrived late, got docked 15 minutes pay for even just one minute late.

You never could bullshit your way out of a wet paper bag.

I had a three legged alarm clock. The back leg was missing so I usd to prop it up in a corner of the night stand. Invariably when it staarted to ring it would skit out , land on its back, and turn itself off

His wife.