Today is exactly one year since I typed out, on my battered old Nokia, the words that have been reblogged and repeated in international news reports again and again and again over the last twelve months. The post, entitled ‘Hunger Hurts’, starts with the line: “Today has seen fourteen job applications go in…for care work, … Read more
I’m often quoted as saying I spend around £10 a week on my food shopping for me and Small Boy, which is usually met with a mixture of disbelief and shock, and a quick roving eye over my thin but soft-around-the-edges figure. The latest example of this was when I set up my business account … Read more
When I was a child, I spent my summers at a large and sprawling house in Plymouth, and these are some of my earliest memories. Playing hide and seek in three gardens, watching baby chicks bathe in a sink of water, sitting in the smallest ‘secret’ garden with a book all afternoon; these are some … Read more
Here we go again. I left the pub on Monday, and I cried when I told my boss lady that I was going, because I loved it. Good friends both sides of the bar, something to do, money in the bank, or that was the theory. Without stable hours, my top-up benefit claims would be … Read more