Year 1837

You were an orphan. Born out of wedlock, your parents either abandoned you or died, leaving you at the workhouse. It was hard manual labour everyday, with food that was more like gruel, and an awful man named Edgar running the place, but you had nowhere else to go

You were sleeping on the floor, with only a small patched blanket, like normal. And like normal Edgar came walking through to wake you and the other kids up for another days hard work

Edgar: Wake up you brats! There's work to be done, unless you want to end up on the streets like your no-good parents probably did!

He clearly hated the lot of you, and was just in this for free child labour, but what could be done?

The work house was in a town about 75 miles away from London. They only looked after kids upto 18 years old. When they weren't of use anymore, they'd be kicked out to fend for themselves