I’m not Jack.
I was briefly skint when my own SBs were little, at the exact same time as Jack. Like the fool that I am, I took advantage of things like children’s centres, cut my cloth accordingly, moaned about it to friends (many in the same predicament) and didn’t buy iPhones or expensive cameras to then sell repeatedly.
Never did it ever occur to me to make a niche 100 hour pw minimum wage career out of briefly having to use a hella lotta kidney beans in my cooking.
My kids used to share room with me because, to save money, I lived in a tiny one bedroom flat when they were little. Unlike dear heart Jackie, who simply
needed her very small son to have his own bedroom, despite having no money for butter. My kids were packed in like sardines, but had lightbulbs, butter, AND dinosaurs.... the spoilt brats!
Mamapapa were not landlords, I had a genuinely working class upbringing. No blue land rover or chess championships for smol PP