I line in a reasonably affluent area. When the food bank was set up here there was outrage and disbelief that anyone could possibly need it.
Now it’s running 3 days a week, there’s a community larder and a community fridge too, and the need just keeps on going.
Some of the starker cases - benefits rules now mean any change in circumstances can see your benefits stopped or paused until the change is ratified. So up to six weeks with zero income. Parents turning up to food bank not having eaten for ten days in order to give their children everything.
Families living in B and B and Premier Inn - with just access to a kettle and moved miles from any support network with no transport. So having to buy food which doesn’t need heating or refrigerating. Fine (just about) in term time when the kids get a hot meal at lunchtime but come the holidays it’s 3 cold meals a day or blow the lot on a take way of some kind or rotisserie chicken. Which then means not enough for the rest of the week. And the Breakfast part of B and B is just a jam sandwich or similar not the cooked breakfast which might be envisaged. And no microwave or hot plate allowed in room or you’ll be evicted but considered to have made yourself voluntarily homeless.
A weekly benefit payment moving from Tuesday to Thursday. And when every penny of that is already budgeted, there being no extra for food on Wednesday. And so you borrow from a “mate” who then charges interest so the next week you have nothing left on Tuesday or Wednesday. And so you borrow again until your “mate” sells your debt on and the collecter takes it out of your body. At which point you need a drink. Which then takes up 1/7th of your payment, because you live in a place which is too big, so the bedroom tax means you don’t get full housing benefit, but the housing association won’t let you move to a smaller property because you’re in arrears.
Because your child attends a really rubbish school. And is having 11 kinds of shit beaten out of her on a daily basis unless she pays off the bullies. So she takes your last tenner. Which means you can’t buy tea that night.
Because the washing machine breaks down, and you can’t afford a new one, and you can’t put the heating on either. So either you don’t wash your clothes, or if you do them by hand they take a week to dry, and either way they stink. So then your kid gets bullied again, and school start talking about the social. So you go to the launderette, but that’s £15 for a big wash and dry, and that was your food budget for the next two days.
Being poor is really really expensive.
And now you’ve got to have reliable internet and you can’t just go to the library for it, and if you’re working then maybe you used to be able to get hot drinks at work, and some places still had subsidised canteens, and perhaps if you work in a care home you can book a meal at cost and just about get by. Or maybe you work in a place which serves food and you get to take some of the leftovers home.
But then your place of work closes, or you have to leave because you can’t sort the childcare, and you fall from just about managing to living below the breadline.
As it happens, I can live fairly frugally. My income needs to fall substantially more than the 20-30% people are experiencing at the moment before I struggle. But that’s because I was helped to buy my house 20 years ago and I have a tiny mortgage left on it now. If I were renting it would be 3x as much. It’s because I have a reliable vehicle and so I can drive to an Aldi or a Lidl and I can cut my £120 food bill to £40 - it’s a bit boring, I would indeed lose a bit of weight, but it would be just about healthy enough. Done it before and didn’t enjoy it. It’s because this place is well insulated so we can turn the heating down without freezing. And I have a giant freezer and can shop from the yellow stickers and rarely pay full price for any meat I buy.
But all of that is because I come from a place of plenty. My shoes wear out I can open my cupboard and find another pair. Not new, but waterproof. My clothes wear out I can dig out stuff from the back of the wardrobe. Stop my money for a week and I can live out of my larder and my back garden.
But not everyone has that cushion.