No midweek post last Wednesday as I was flagging somewhat After the very pleasant break over Xmas, it’s taken me a while to adjust to being in bed before midnight and up before nine. It seems the Jones Collective are quite the night owls 🙂
As much as the mooring sun is beautiful and the dimming greyness of a winter afternoon is a little bleak, then evening is when I switch on. Sure, there’s the post 8pm dip – perhaps due to a late tea – but I have to thing myself and the family, that we need to be up in the morning.
For me to be creative, I need to be more rested than I am. It’s not necessarily down to sleep, but, I think, leaving some mental space free in some way.
Oh, talking of free with the lockdown reducing our travel needs and the lack of a working lunch, what’s happening to those pennies and pounds? Given the fiasco around ensuring kids from poor backgrounds don’t go hungry, how about donating some of what you’d usually spend to a food bank? Go on, make a difference ❤️
Many years ago when the Every Lovely Mrs J and I lived in our first rental, we were fresh out of university and with the 90s rescission on, jobs for folk with little experience were hard to find. I didn’t complete my course, so I was on the back foot. Luckily through Mrs J’s hard work and persistence, we both found employment but it was a tough few years. The Employment Benefit didn’t go very far and a large chunk of that was taken up by the shortfall of Housing Benefit. Going from being a student to being unemployed meant we were used to living inexpensively, but a large fuel bill, car repair, etc caught us, and we’d be knocked back to living week to week.
The first job I was offered (£7k PA) was for less than the combined government benefits, so I couldn’t afford to take it. If I had, we’d have been worse off as we’d need to find the money to pay council tax. Hello poverty trap. 🙂 However, once Mrs J was employed i meant I could take such jobs and we saved every penny to put down a deposit on a house. I should add this was before the insane prices of the 2000s. Our first house was in the mid 30k bracket. Not sure you could buy a garage for that now. 😔 How the next generation will buy, I really don’t know.
So while those cold nights in a chilly flat are long gone, the memory of worrying about being able to keep the heating on, fix the car, and have enough food, have not left me. I feel very lucky (hello privilege) that the odds were not stacked against me as a middle class, white, able bodied, straight, and passing for cis, bloke.
Maybe it’s time to put something back for those who need a little help. It seems our current leaders won’t, so perhaps it’s time to bypass their inaction, fund charities, and start voicing our displeasure. Write, campaign, feedback, and push to make change happen.