I think for some people life is incredibly tough right now.
I’m a mid ranking civil servant, I earn a bit above the average wage.
I am doing ok - for two reasons
1 - I paid my mortgage off in May last year, I would be extremely anxious about interest rates
2 - despite the insistence of some mumsnetters that this makes me lazy, childish, weird and lacking in basic adulting skills, I do not drive so dont have the expense of running a car.
If I had those two expenses I would be getting worried now.
I am old enough to remember the 1970s and early 80s, and the Winter of Discontent very well, strikes, power cuts and three day weeks, rubbish piling up on the streets. You could get a GP appointment but you couldn’t get a funeral.
Was it worse then than it is now ? Depends where you sit in society, as it does now. I look back and wonder how my mum managed. But I look back with the expectations of today.
We were a very working class family - when that meant manual workers.
We just didnt have all the stuff we have now, no expectations of foreign holidays or weekends away. We had one week in Wales, the whole year. No after school clubs or activities, apart from sunday school outings, very few day trips, no childcare costs. No central heating, gas fires downstairs, paraffin heaters in the bedrooms.
We ate seasonally, no strawberries at Christmas, no exotic fruits. Very little meat, chicken was a luxury for Easter and bank holidays. Sunday dinner was usually stuffed hearts. No meals, coffees out. No huge birthday parties. Getting fish and chips or a KFC was a huge treat. I do remember a lot of meals being mince based, or towards the end of the month a week of egg and chips.
I never felt, and still don’t think that we were poor - everyone in our street was the same and I certainly knew a lot of families much worse off than us. I was never hungry, mostly warm and by the standards of the day and my neighbourhood did not go without.
My dad was a milkman who delivered to a notorious tenement block known as the Piggeries. You could literally smell poverty - I can still smell it now, and believe me its not pleasant.
There will be people and families like that now, people like me on fairly average wages who are ok because they have reached the stage of life where there are no childcare costs or mortgages, and if the holiday and travel threads here are to be believed people for whom cutting back means three holidays not four.
We expect a lot more now so it feels harder, but I do think that our education service has been trashed, the NHS has been trashed, I worry about my mum and step dad who are both in poor health. I worry about my son and whether he will get a job, unlike all my brothers who were on job creation schemes.
On balance, I don’t think the 1970s were worse, but the problems were different. And the wheel turns