It’s hard to believe that I am now in my second year of being Excluded without work, pay or any government support whatsoever. I’m actually working on a new book which like most of mine, is totally unique and I think will cause quite a stir, now and in the future. More of that another time.
I thought I would share a little bit of insight of what living with no income or support for over a year is like.
This first letter is from a tourist who I had the pleasure of taking round on a walk almost 2 years ago. I still remember them very well; they were staying in a nice hotel in Covent Garden and it was a perfectly beautiful summers day.
If you can’t read the photo, they write that they enjoyed a tour with me and they are very sorry that my government has forgotten me. They enclosed their left over Pound Notes from their holiday to help me out because as they point out, I’ve likely more use for them than they do in Tennessee. How kind and lovely of them.
The letter above is one that a little girl wrote at Christmas. Like me, her mother hasn’t had any income or government support for a year. Isn’t it lovely that the little girl cares so much about her mother and yet sad that at the age of 10, she has to worry about such adult problems as having no money. Something that is entirely avoidable except for the fact the government has deliberately chosen to discriminate against 3 million people.
Finally look what came to my front door on Sunday. An ExcludedUK member who lives about 5 miles away surprised me with this. If these message wasn’t kind enough, look what was under the lid!
What a kind gesture to bring me a ready cooked and free of charge Lamb Shanks for Sunday Dinner. It’s nice to know people appreciate my campaigning on behalf of ExcludedUK but wouldn’t it just be nicer and more fair if I could buy my own food and the mother of the little girl be treated just like everyone else.
Isn’t incredible that both this meal and the donation from Tennessee were each more help in one day than I’ve received from the government in over a year. Something can’t be right about that?
I often feel like I will soon be asked to stitch a Star of David badge on my coat whenever I go outside rather like in Nazi Germany.