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.
Tomorrow will be Friday the Thirteenth! It will also be the tenth birthday of my cousin’s daughter in Dubai. This Christmas has been pretty busy. However, it keeps my mind occupied. My job, at this moment, is to tie up all the remaining loose ends at home.
A friend of mine from Pomeroy starts a new job today. Good luck to her. Nothing beats experience.
I must remind myself, however, that there are so many dependent on Food Banks this Christmas. Britain has more Food Banks now than branches of McDonald’s. Chilling!