I didn't sleep last night and I haven't settled yet tonight either.
I'm fairly sad for me about the #UniversalCredit cut, but the weight of the sadness for others is vast.
It's similar to getting the news someone you know is terminally ill.
Deaths are coming. 100% sure.
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It'll be lonely middle age men, isolated from their last few pleasures in life, by a whacking cut in their income and a whacking rise in their essential bills all at once.
Someone's brother. Someone's Dad.
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It'll be keyworkers, subsumed in months of grinding, constant stress, no longer able to handle the abuse on the petrol station forecourts, or the snappy managers, as burried in it all as they are, and it'll be that last fucking Starbucks they were 30p short for that'll do it.
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It'll be kids, hardly old enough to be out alone, because when the Netflix stops and the internet won't reset, and the fuck off to the park, with their "mates", anywhere to not be indoors, they'll find the drugs are free, right until you crave them, then the pricing starts.
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It'll be Mothers who can't fight back the black dog of the endless fucking blame, spite and scorn, and clear the medicine cabinet one night, when it's Daddy's weekend for the kids.
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Old ladies without a reliable care worker, giving up, and not making it out of hospital this time, demoralised and lost.
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I've seen it. I've been the stranger you get, when you reach out for someone.
The sadness. The fatigue. The raw, jagged pain. When where you are isn't bearable, you'll be frantic, looking for an escape, and when you don't find one, because the exits are being scrubbed out?
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It's not if there'd be a rise in the suicide rate, there will. It's not if unnecessary pain is coming, it's how much. It's not whether we lose people, it's who, how long they hold out and in what state of misery.
Today my country cut more than benefits. We cut eachother.
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Electricity & gas continue to rocket, petrol is bordering on a swearword, unemployment is huge and whole industries are still barely working. Schools strain to even open and hospitals can neither fill their cupboards nor empty their ambulances.
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And against a backdrop of late season sunshine, and professional sandwiches, the richest man ever to enter parliament, smiled, as he ripped the light from the lives of 5.5 million of our most vulnerable friends and neighbours.
I'm so sorry. 😔💔
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Right... I've slept and the fightback starts here. I can't fix it all, but I can do something, however small!
This is the Christmas toy list for the 300 kids @HumansMCR will be feeding this year. Looking for 300 toys. Can you help by sharing or donating?
I just saw an article claiming a lorry trailer conversion is a first in the UK. It isn't.
They claim they have built something unique. They have not.
They claim they have created a livable space. I sorely doubt it.
They are raffling the liability for £20/each. I wouldn't.
For the avoidance of doubt:
Lorry/trailer conversions are as old as lorries/trailers.
Nothing unique about it, and only getting 4 berths into 44ft, does not bode well for the planning.
No images of any insulation. No spec.
There are no residential pitches for that.
And...
Any day now it's going to be an imprisonable offence to so much as stop that thing on the public highway, or in a layby, or at an appropriate motorway services...
And it's already not possible to put it on a site for more than a few days unless it's residential.
Not even halfway into the monthly payday cycle, and I am already running alarmingly low on funds. Every fucking month is like this. Every one. I can't even spend what energy I do have on productive steps forward out of the mire because I am spending my mental energy on making do.
It's so much more work to be poor. Imagine you can never replace anything and everything you have was either old or low quality to start with, and you have to juggle work arounds constantly... I'll illustrate...
Imagine you have so little money for food, you now take risks on what's gonna be ok. Stuff you never really liked but it was in the reduced. A past-best-before company your mate rates. Whatever came out of the foodbank last time you had to. Dinner becomes a game of chance.
I can't believe I am saying this but it's worse than my initial calculation. I over estimated the bread and milk, would you believe. Let me show you what your meal plan on this "nearly pulled it off" weekly shop actually is...
Lunch - 1 fishfinger. No bread at all unless you saved your 1/2 a slice of toast from breakfast
Dinner - 1 and a third nuggets, 1 heaped teaspoon of frozen mixed veg, 3-4 chips
35ml of milk (about 2 tablespoons)
Eat this for 6 days
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On the 7th day you can have a burger instead of your nugget and a bit. It's got no bun, no salad, no cheese, just a disk of brownness though. Eat with your spoonful of frozen mixed veg and your 3-4 chips.
Can we talk about the mental health impact and the social stigmatisation that results from callous mockery and rank dishonesty, such as the piece below.
Poor parents (more of whom are single mothers than any other arrangement) experience real, lasting, and serious impacts.
Let's set the benchmarks. £15 per person per week (£60 for a family of 4) is pretty low. Good job, if you get your family fed healthily on this.
£10 per person per week (£40 family of 4), healthily, is an extreme challenge. If you need to honestly learn how, see @BootstrapCook.
This article claims to "almost" feed a family of 4 on £2.50 per person per week.
I am still confirming the nutrition (@MiniMealtimes app is helpful) but I am going to say this diet barely makes the calorie need of an infant school child if they ate the entire lot solo.
This article titled "I took £10 to Iceland to feed a family for a week and nearly pulled it off" from @kentlivenews is a joke, at the expense of low income families and that joke just ran aground here. 🧵