In light of that bloody article, let me walk you through what is not extreme fatigue...
This morning my ex came to get the children up for school as he now does daily because I can't do that and also do anything else at all in a day...
1.
When I say "anything else" I am not referring to a job, or a social life, I mean ANYthing.
If I had to drive the morning school run I wouldn't also be able to get dressed. I wouldn't be able to take a bath for those 5 days, I wouldn't manage any lunch or dinner.
ANYTHING
2.
Even then, I don't think I would last the full 5 day school week.
So what the fuck am I calling the morning routine then? Do we have a farm to run or something?
I'm talking about a normal get up, teeth, uniform, breakfast, shoes, sign permission slip, car kinda morning.
It means that now instead of 63p being deducted from Universal Credit for every £1 earned, only 55p will be. Meaning claimants in work are 8p better off per £1 wages earned.
That offsets that £20 for some. Who though? How many 8p's are needed to reach £20?
2.
It's actually £250 that is needed in wages every month, to offset the £20 cut. Or to put it another way, that's 59h work a month on the apprentice minimum wage, or 29h on the min wage over 23.
At age 23, if you work 7h a week you should be better off with the new rates?
When I was about 6 or 7 I caught something from playing in sea water with raw sewage in. I was so sick that I was sent to my grandparents to best be attended round the clock. The doctor came every day for a week. I remember banana medicine (anti biotics) and lucozade.
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They put me in Grandad's room, with the big bed, because the door was angled such as to be more visible than the other rooms. I don't recall if Grandad got the sofa or went back in with Nan. Knowing Nan probably not. My Nan knew her own mind regards men and their place.
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It was days before I could even sit up. Then grandad who'd been watching me from the chair, started reading to me. I heard long articles I couldn't understand about Hong Kong and the "Footsie One Hundred", which I thought was a sport. My Nan chided him "you'll confuse her".
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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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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.