They all looked forward to Sundays because then, although they had exactly the same, everyone was allowed a second helping. The only meals they could afford were bread and margarine for breakfast, boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch, and cabbage soup for supper. There wasn’t even enough money to buy proper food for them all. But a toothpaste cap-screwer is never paid very much money, and poor Mr Bucket, however hard he worked, and however fast he screwed on the caps, was never able to make enough to buy one half of the things that so large a family needed. He worked in a toothpaste factory, where he sat all day long at a bench and screwed the little caps on to the tops of the tubes of toothpaste after the tubes had been filled. Mr Bucket was the only person in the family with a job. There wasn’t any question of them being able to buy a better house – or even one more bed to sleep in.
In the summertime, this wasn’t too bad, but in the winter, freezing cold draughts blew across the floor all night long, and it was awful. Mr and Mrs Bucket and little Charlie Bucket slept in the other room, upon mattresses on the floor.
Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine on this side, Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina on this side. They were so tired, they never got out of it. The bed was given to the four old grandparents because they were so old and tired. There were only two rooms in the place altogether, and there was only one bed. The house wasn’t nearly large enough for so many people, and life was extremely uncomfortable for them all.
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