I’m not sure that u understand basic economics my dear. I left school and home at aged 15. I ate every single night, a disgusting concoction of boiled macaroni mixed with awful tinned vegetables and cheese. I cooked this on Sunday and it lasted me all week. I was lucky to receive luncheon vouchers for about three shillings a day, this is where I ate my lunch. I was living in slum digs in London. I either made my own clothes or bought them from jumble sales. I had no car, I walked everywhere. I was totally skint!
Nonetheless, I saved a few shillings every week because I was frightened of becoming destitute. My rent for that scummy room was 50% of my pay after tax. You are singing from the hymn book that all landlords are bastards, but what are you doing to improve your situation? When you come up with something positive, that you are prepared to do for yourself, then I will listen and respect you. There is no use moaning and groaning that this, that and the other is unfair. Life is unfair!
