I wasn’t going to post this blog for a while, it just feels too personal and it is not a comfortable subject but after seeing an article on the BBC News website today I decided to take the risk and post it.
When I was 22 I lived in London for a year. I had barely enough to eat anything other than pasta and no money at all for heating. Often we wouldn’t be able to afford electricity so we would make up games and play them by candlelight. In many ways it was a creative time but it definitely wasn’t easy.
On one occasion my mum had bought me a coach ticket to go home for the weekend. I had no money on my Oyster Card and literally no money in the bank. I had to walk from my job in Mayfair to Victoria Coach Station in order to get…
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