This time last year I was working in London and Naomi was working locally, the children were either at school or nursery and we were all looking forward to Christmas. From early October through to the beginning of January it is especially difficult for us financially, all in all we have at least six birthdays… more

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

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

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