@Shouldbeworkingnotreadingtalk
Put your hard hat on OP, someone will be along shortly to slate you for having to cancel riding lessons, and not making so many trips to the farm shop .....
But yes, we are not on the breadline, but aren't at the level of having investments either (except our home) ... but even we are cutting back., less eating out, no cinema, no coffees out, fake always not take always, not using tumble dryer. ... yesterday I even worked out the cost of the drive to the supermarket for only two items and it was £4 for the round trip, so I didn't go! ((I can afford the £4, but it's one example of cutting back)
I spent £17 on a farm shop chicken last week, and whilst it was lovely, £80 a month just on chicken is a bit crazy, snd we def. Can't stretch to that now ... ... (we aren't likely to go veggie anytime soon either) ... now this is extreme - and not everyone's cup of tea, but I've just ordered baby table chicks (meat chickens, not egg layers) and I'm going to rear my own free range birds in the back garden - cost to rear £5 each. .....am potting up seeds whilst browsing Mumsnet too for my own salads this spring too ...
I’m sorry to make an example of you, it’s not really fair, but this really IS playing at being poor. By all means do it, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t, but please recognise this is merely a pleasant way of spending your time and joining in the ‘fun’, and in no way anything
but a bit of fun. And for pity’s sake don’t even broach it as any kind of solution for anyone who really is struggling. Or even mention it to ordinary people!
There is nothing remotely wrong with planting salad and raising table chickens - I’ve done both, but I never pretended it was an even halfway viable way of dealing with a cost of living crisis. It’s just a hobby.
I’m sure you’re all familiar with the Commander Vimes Boots Theory of Economics (where expensive boots last better so require fewer replacements and thus poor people spend more money on boots and still have wet feet). Well there is also the Nanny Ogg Mud Theory of privilege. Getting muddy when you can go home and get in hot bath and clean clothes is fun. Getting muddy when all you have to look forward to is spending the night in cold wet mud is no fucking fun at all.
Saving a couple of hundred quid on beauty treatments, high end meat or horse riding lessons and deciding whether to spend the savings on a reduced summer wardrobe or a second holiday is merely prioritising one non-essential over another. It’s not, in any way, cutting back. And meanwhile, the poor stable hand, nail tech and farmer have to go home and figure out how to live on even less money, because they are having to prioritise one essential over another and are in mud up to their knees already.
I’m not saying this to shame anyone, but I do think you need to understand your privilege, and also how you can actually help. Keep the cleaner, and the hairdresser and support the farm shop. Spend the money - spread it to people who will be in the shit without it. Stand by the people who supported your lifestyle and whose labour you profited from in good times. Use your privilege to share the hot baths, not just the mud. Please.
And cancel the table chicks. You cannot raise them for a fiver. It won’t be cheaper than the farmer, so you might as well support them and save yourself being the comedy target. Unless you really are doing it for a laugh. No judgement - I did it for my own amusement.