A life above the threshold – based on land rather than savings – has got to the stage where I require the food bank. It happened to me before, five years ago, but this time it’s in the isolation of the countryside; with my car requiring a new clutch. Without a job, I’m banjaxed.
I feel a bit let down by others. However, that’s how the chips fall. Whenever the rest of the world called Red, I called Black.
Now that I know who helped me, I can streamline my contacts.
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