@Penny242 clever of you to lift the same few words jack keeps lifting on Twitter.
People may want to read the whole blog and make up their own minds cookingonabootstrap.com/2022/07/31/the-curse-of-the-poverty-hangover-ten-years-on/?amp=1
In the meantime, some extracts:
Today has seen a dozen job applications drafted, painstakingly typed on my mobile phone (no idea why, she has a laptop!)
I, and my bank account currently -£14.60 in the red
my god the lengths I have to go to every damn day to manage are grinding my bones into dust.
I find myself – ten years to the day of the last time I had to – sitting at my table with a pencil and paper in hand, making a list of everything I own of value to sell. Again. Much of it bought as insurance policies against this kind of thing, much of it celebratory for each book contract or publication day, barely enjoyed and preserved in case one day I found myself needing to cash it in. The Katie Hopkins sofa. The Burberry coat. All of my haunted engagement rings. My photography equipment, again. A Vivienne Westwood dress. My laptop. My mobile phone. My dining table. My bed. My home. Our home.
Once again, and quite a while ago now, I took my lightbulbs out. I replaced them with solar lanterns meant for garden decor, and they work just fine. A little dim on overcast days, but fine. And importantly, free. I stopped getting my hair cut; what used to be a regular essential is suddenly a gross luxury, so you throw it back in an Alice band and tell your friends that you’re growing it, not that you can’t afford to maintain it. I haven’t bought shampoo or conditioner for two years, and I make my own shower gel by boiling cheap soap bars in plenty of water until they dissolve, and then leaving them to set. Everything in my home is cleaned with either basic disinfectant, 27p bleach, 29p washing up liquid, vinegar, or bicarbonate of soda. My food shop is still around £20 a week. I’m running out of corners to cut and holes in the belt to tighten it; it’s already hard enough to breathe without constricting myself further.
And then, of course, a link to her "tip jar"