Last week I wrote a blog detailing our struggle trying to survive on £6.20. With hardly any food in the cupboards and a handful of nappies for our one year old little girl, payday was still a week away. Well, payday came and we just about made it. But what now? Since publishing the blog… more
The Working Poor
I used to get up and go to work. I couldn’t afford breakfast; could hardly afford my train. I had holes in my shoes and I was skint. I was the working poor. Poem by Ricky Willis. The Working Poor It’s Monday morning, time for work. Off to a job that doesn’t offer any perks…. more
Surviving On The Breadline
This was first published on 25 September 2013. It’s the 17 September, still a week away from pay day and all you have left is £6.20 to your name. In the cupboard there is only enough food to feed your family for three days and on top of this your one year old only has… more
