My Nan is a council tenant, and a few years ago was complaining that the rent for her house in a London suburb had increased by £1 per week. She was paying a small fraction of what we were paying in rent.
At that time, my DH and I were privately renting a tiny studio flat in Central London, complete with mice and mould on a main road, for £1000 per month, and the bastard landlord told us the rent would be increasing by over £100 per month.
It was only then that it dawned on me that if we didn’t hurry up and get on the property ladder, we could’ve been renting when we were retired too.
I genuinely do not know how people afford it. My Nan was really struggling on just her state pension, and that was in a council property. Admittedly, she wasn’t claiming certain benefits she was entitled to as a recent widow, and having reached a particular age until I intervened and told her to stop being so bloody proud. Her house was always freezing, and she was hardly eating so she could keep a roof over her head.
I am in utter despair for many people in this country, now, and in the future. It’s so worrying.