One of my 'jobs' when I was little was to get up before my Mum and Dad to put the kettle on and turn the old valve radio on so that both would have been ready for tea and listening to when they got up.
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox in the middle of the night and lick the road clean with our tongues. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife. Etc. etc.