Cost of living and the long wet Summer …

24 August 2023

Will it ever stop raining and how is it still a week until payday?

Nearly two years into our grim UK cost of living crisis, a brace of back-to-back 31 day months feels like a killer at the moment!

At least my offspring are older I think, as I lie awake doing the mental gymnastics of stretching my remaining August budget over looming costs and commitments. How on earth do parents with younger children cope? An added pressure must be the school holidays where we are told that families are supposed to be having fun? But in a Summer which has seen the “UK’s sixth wettest July on record”, according to the Met Office, this can feel like a costly and challenging venture. How are other single parents faring as prices continue to rise, existing ‘fixes’ come to an end… and rain continues to fall?

The research shows that they are struggling. With savings pots 20 times smaller than the average, a 2022 article in The Guardian find that “Single-parent families ‘most exposed’ to cost of living crisis in Great Britain.” And the widely quoted report “Single Parents in 2023” from the charity Gingerbread, builds a fuller picture of the impacts of this. It is an upsetting read. I’ll go further; for me, it is a disgraceful reflection on life for too many in a country with one of the largest world economies. Nearly half have cut back on, or gone without, food and meals for themselves. Almost as many made similar sacrifices with heating or electricity.

That said, this report is proactive and makes a number of recommendations on: welfare reform, debt management and employment support. And so I too resolve to draw up some ‘cost of living’ tips to keep myself on track. I look back to the past seven days for inspiration.

Tip#1: Buy fruit and vegetables from your local market

I chance upon this one in my role as ‘hostess with the most-est‘, entertaining several university friends last week. My hunt for fennel, to pep up a vegan paella, brings me to a stall in our huge local market close to closing time. The licorice livener is there but so too is this insane end of day offer, that is also straight into our tote bag:

6 punnets of fruit…” (as in any mixture of, strawberries, raspberries, blue berries, watermelon, peaches etc’ ..” for £2

What a steal! Delicious, healthy, unbelievable value… what’s not to love! I’m certainly making a regular date with my favourite fruitmonger!

Tip#2: Hang onto your NHS dentist!

I’ve messed this one up, alas. Missed too many appointments and was taken off the NHS list and thrown into the financial misery of private practice. This week, I trudge grudgingly off to pay (far too much of) my hard earned money for a simple filling. The NHS cap prices whereas in private land, they cumulate them. The results price differential is significant. So learn from my mistakes readers! Cherish those check-ups and hold onto your place in the world of affordable healthcare.

Tip#3: Manchester museums and galleries.

Aa many visitors come and go for us this week, I find myself on several days out in Manchester. And these sparkle with cultural delights from the large museums to smaller galleries. From LS Lowry’s matchstick men to ‘Julia and Axel‘ and thirty years of such iconic books as ‘The Gruffalo‘, ‘Room on the Broom’ and ‘The Smartest Giant in Town‘. From ‘Unpicking Couture at the art gallery, to retracing Manchester’s proud textile history at MOSI and exploring culture, history and identity at Esea . The extra bonus readers ? It is all completely free!

So, three cheers for the What’s on’ guide, offering a wealth of culture for all on my doorstep!

Well, that’s it for my lessons learned this week. It’s a start I guess, but let’s be honest, only a drop in the ocean. For real change and fairness, we clearly need more fundamental action. Is that Gingerbread’s reforms? Is that a new government? Who knows but of this I am sure …roll on payday!

MOT for the mum (taxi) …

Thursday 20 July 2023

Well pour me a large glass of wine and switch off the 6am alarm for the next month! I have, finally, finished work for the Summer. The only thing on the agenda for tomorrow is Windsor, the trusty Toyota’s, MOT…

My old car has definitely earned his stripes and a well deserved break from us all, if only for a few hours this Friday. He has covered a fair few miles recently.

He’s been up to Edinburgh and across to Middlesbrough, to collect and store student belongings, trundling hundreds of motorway miles with his spacious boot crammed to the rafters with clothes, kitchenware … and even a chest of drawers! He was the reliable roadster taking mum and I to a recent hospital visit on the other side of Manchester (She had offered to go alone by taxi but, by good fortune Windsor and I were also there because her previous solo visit, it transpired, had resulted in a minor meds mix-up. All now, thankfully, resolved) He’s gallivanted across the Northwest from Fleetwood to Eccles delivering me to rehearsals and concerts. And he’s been by my side for the daily work commute (a round trip of over 200 miles per week.)

So he needs this MOT and a bit of RnR, I think as I drop him off the next morning. Possibly a fair bit of work too, as the old boy now has over 120 000 mile on the clock, plus a few bashes and bruises after nearly a decade of my driving.

I meander home to pass a very pleasant and relaxing morning as well. With no vehicle, I am suddenly at no-one’s beck and call. Instead, I spend my time doing… pretty much what I had planned to do with my first day of holidays. It is marvellous. I am productive. I am creative. I complete yoga routine one. I am uninterrupted and stress free. I am also about to get a huge surprise. It’s the garage,

Your car’s passed, so you can pick it up whenever you’re ready”

Passed?’ I repeat several times in hushed tones. But it is true; not even an advisory on the paperwork. I am so shocked that I post the news straight into the family WhatsApp …

Oh what a dismal, disastrous school-girl error!

Within seconds the screen lights up,

Oh does that mean you can pick me up from work at 4?”

“Can you give us a lift to basketball at 8?”

My train gets into Piccadilly at 7:33″

What have I done? A day of delicious self-indulgence shatters before my eyes. I collect my faithful old car and the pair of us stagger straight back into our usual, exhausting taxi-routine. By 9:30 pm, I am finally trying to de-frazzle on the sofa with a glass of whiskey.

There is however a dim light on the horizon. On Monday morning, I am, for some reason, rising at 4am to drive my trio and their dad to the airport for a flight to Berlin. A miserably early start for sure, but possibly one that means, maybe.. just maybe … I get a one peaceful week and a chance to put on the brakes and recharge my batteries this holiday…

A soundtrack for the Summer…

Monday 22 August 2022

Well, I may not have stepped onto a plane this August but I have certainly covered a few miles! Well done to Windsor, my trusty Toyota, for doing most of the work and hip hip hooray for ‘Heart 80s‘; pumping out nostalgic tunes from the car dashboard and providing the perfect soundtrack for the holiday season…

Heart 80s … why so perfect? Because, as I look back on the last 4 weeks, I realise that I have spent an awful lot of it with those I first met in… the 1980s! Just the sort of symmetry to make my mathematical mind happy and to inspire me to write this week’s post as an ode to some of my oldest pals…

First stop; dear university friends (known since the mid 80s) in the North East. Here we ‘make it a night to remember‘ in the pub quiz followed by a day of drinking ‘red red wine,’ and also sampling the fizzy, white and rose varieties at an organic wine tasting. We ‘walk this way‘ and that way and many miles through the glorious local countryside, where the fields of corn, barley and wheat just take my breath away. And finally, be it a ‘green door‘, brown door or even a solid steel fortification, nothing and I mean nothing, is stopping one very competitive friend from breaking it down in a determined quest to wrestle us out of an Escape Room within the allocated hour!

After several happy days, I head home whereupon, accompanied by a fellow classmate from sixth form (slightly earlier mid-80s) we go ‘running up that hill‘ and also wrapping ourselves in 4 sets of blankets to watch an exuberant but unspeakably chilly outdoor production of Midsummer Night’s Dream at a local riding centre. Whilst I would recommend the incredible Illyria theatre company without hesitation, I could almost swear I heard the Bard himself chuckle ‘Oh Lord what fools these mortal be!‘ as the wind freezes hands to the point where picnickers dare not even release them from the safety of rugs and jumpers to hold a glass of prosecco !

Thereafter however, comes the heat. Aside from a brief flit to Middlesborough (furniture drop for my Eldest) and a trip to sunny Stratford for Promdress daughter’s birthday, the ‘long hot summer‘ just passes us by, in a sweltering week of deckchair basking and ‘cool pool’ froth in the garden not-so-hot tub.

And before long, my next visitor arrives, a teacher training bestie from the late 80s. Now ‘girls just want to have fun and that is exactly what we do. Courtesy of this sunniest of Summers we are able to sit out until late to drink and chat and also spend a delicious day in the bars and cafes of Manchester.

But then….‘C’mon‘ calls Windsor ‘It’s time for me to hit the road again!’

Indeed it is! Nicknamed a ‘long distance lorry driver‘ by one witty amigo, on account of my holiday travels, I find time to whirl along the motorway to deposit Small Boy in Wales and then set the satnav for ‘a town called ...‘ London! Yes; I drive to London – eek! I am terrified. I am bamboozled. I am ‘ultra low emission zone’ charged and navigationally challenged. I have nightmares about taking a wrong turn and seeing the monopoly board come to life from my car window.

But with the trains on strike it is the only way for me to catch-up with great uni friends, some of whom I have not seen for over 5 years. So I go for it, get there in one piece and then enjoy ….

I am a ‘west end girl‘ with lunch and a mini-reunion at the elegant Wolseley in Piccadilly plus a stroll around a (very brown) Green Park. Then it’s the cultural delights of the Southbank; ‘Surrealism Beyond Borders‘ at Tate Modern before an afternoon at the Globe for my second dose of Shakespeare this Summer.

My final day veers a little more off the beaten track at Trinity Buoy Wharf. We go primarily to hear the ‘Long Player‘ a 1000 year piece of music composed by Jem Finer, once of the Pogues. Not only did my friend and I see the Pogues (together) at Glastonbury back in 1986, but I further relish in coincidences, realising that, by utter chance, it was also a location used in the Netflix film, Rogue Agent, which I watched with the teens just 4 days earlier… spooky! The site is even more than Long Player too, with arty workshops, a museum honouring Faraday, who conducted experiments in electric lighting for lighthouses there in the nineteenth century, the Floodtide music installation plus one of the quirkiest cafes I’ve stopped at for quite some time. A terrific find.

And it is there that my August 2022 travels end. Windsor and I point the compass north and we duo of Wild Rovers speed merrily up the motorway home.

Great times, great company, great 80s soundtrack, great Summer …