The full text from my speech in the Houses of Parliament, June 3rd 2013. This morning, small Boy had one of the last weetabix, mashed with a little water, and a glass of tap water to wash it down with. Where’s Mummy’s breakfast? He asks, all blue eyes and two year old concern. I tell him I’m not hungry, but the gnawing pains in my stomach call me a liar. But what else can you do? What else can you do – when you’ve turned off your heating? That was in November 2011, it went off at the mains and I parked furniture in front of it to forget that it was ever there, to alleviate the temptation to turn it on. What else can you do, when you’ve turned everything off at the wall sockets, when you become obsessive about unplugging things, down to the green LCD display on the oven, mockingly flashing away. You learn to go without things, you unscrew the light bulbs. You turn the hot water off and pretend the freezing cold shower is ‘invigorating’, but it shocks you every time. You sell the meagre DVD collection for an even more meagre sum, your sons toys, everything you own. But poverty isn’t just having no heating, or not quite enough food, unplugging your fridge and turning your hot water off. Poverty is the choking, sinking feeling when your small boy finishes his one weetabix, and […]
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