My wealthy(ish - hasn’t had a mortgage since her mid 30s, retired at 65, various savings/investments, zero money worries) Boomer Grandmother was crying this weekend at the state of the UK.
She is 80 and grew up poor with a mother who worked 3 jobs (school cook 6am-2pm, seamstress, from home until around 7pm, waitress at weekends - 7 days a week for decades) and a father who couldn’t work due to the injuries he got when his parents died and he was shoved in a workhouse at four years old.
She is devastated that people are now living in the same, if not worse conditions than she did in her early life.
“What happened to progress? What happened to leaving this world better for the next generation? My children* certainly benefited from that, but my Grandchildren haven’t and I can’t let myself think what life will be like my Great Grandchildren if this continues.”
*My Dad is thrice divorced and an absolute fuck knuckle with money.
I’m a disabled single parent to 3, one of whom is disabled, I work full time in STEM, I rent, I get UC due to the disabilities in my household.
Even if I had extra money to save for a deposit, I wouldn’t be able to save fast enough unless it was around 2K a month for 24 months (based on today’s prices…) because as a single adult, despite my qualifications, I do not earn enough to get a mortgage for even a 3 bed, run down terrace in the worst areas in my county.
I had to take a different, less well paid job that has much higher flexibility and WFH options due to the needs of my child, and, for a while, my own medical needs. I was off sick for a year, at crisis point with both mental health and physical health. I sure as shit didn’t expect, as a healthy 30 something to get smacked down by Covid/long Covid, to be unable to do even the most basic tasks.
And yet during the last 3 years, I haven’t once cried about my finances. I’ve laid awake many a night worrying, spent countless hours pouring over spreadsheets, trying to squeeze out money that just isn’t fucking there.
But watching my Grandmother cry this weekend has done something to me.
I was so close close to my Great Grandmother, who died at 98 (compared to her husbands 51…) when I was 20, I could easily write a book about her life from memory.
I also don’t think most people realise how much certain aspects of Public Health, such as infant mortality, have dropped due to things like properly heated homes, access to decent food and the time to prepare proper meals. This concerns me the most.