Poop. It is the nicest thing I can think of to say.

Overtime payments gone.
Child tax credits gone.
Money going.
Kids pocket money gone.

Guitar lessons gone.
Drum lessons gone for the time being.
Piano lessons reduced to once a fortnight.
And now the car is gone.

I keep telling myself that we won't really miss the car, and actually, I home educated the eldest 3 for 10 years without one. We went everywhere. But we didn't have holidays, and we won't be going to any camps this year, which is sad. I can do book club, and history club, and playground socials, and drama, all on the bus. No biggy. But no camping is going to be sad. Poop.

Can I blame the Tories? The thing that really pisses me off, is we are just in the 40% tax bracket. So apparently, we are affluent. We are so affluent, that soon we will lose another £200 a month in child benefit. Maybe the NHS will buy my spare kidney.


  1. *hugs* don't really know what else to say, but *hugs*



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