Sure, it’s not exactly what I would desire to be living upon myself but:
Kathleen Kerridge’s family food budget is £40 per week – to feed five people.
She had a heart attack, cannot really work outside the home. Her husband makes less than the amount to pay their rent.
Clearly and obviously the welfare system is picking up some of the slack there if after the utilities and everything else they’ve still got $1.80 or so a day to feed each family member. Recall that $1.90 a day (yes, at current UK prices) is absolute poverty. Except that that’s for food, rent, heating, cooking, clothing, education, health care and the pension that most won’t live to see.
She’s currently working on her fourth LGBT fantasy fiction novel, that’s her full time job. Might be the best she can do from home although I’m pretty certain that there’s better paying parts of the putting words in order market. There are writing markets out there, easy enough to find, where you will get £20 to £30 a day with not a great deal of effort.
Sorry, this can be many things but it just ain’t poverty. It’s relative poverty, sure, it’s not having very much to be certain but it just isn’t poverty. Housed, clothed, fed, and able to pursue what is really a hobby?
Societal duty has been done methinks.