Slight variation of a very goady thread that appeared on here lately (not tat)
Watching the who do you think you are with Robert Rinder and it’s fucking heartbreaking. Back when I was struggling (really struggling my rent alone was 60% of my income, after bills I had £25 a week to clothe/feed myself) I used to read a lot of social histories. Think Angela’s Ashes, road to nab end, that kind of thing. It helped at the time to make me understand how relative poverty was. I couldn’t afford clothes/nights out/walked 2 miles to work. But I never went hungry. I might not have eaten what I wanted to, but I didn’t starve. I had a bed, a roof over my head, indoor plumbing 
. Just one generation away my mother in the 50’s didn’t have an indoor loo. My grandad went down the mines at 14.
I’m in no way condoning poverty as it stands now, more I suppose asking us to protect the welfare state so we’re never back there again.
But transporting my grandad in time to how I live now (on a princely 30k a year) and he’d have thought I lived like a queen.