I had to come on here to cheer myself up after a real eye opener of a morning. Saint Zowf of Maldon should have been out with me, she of the 4K rug, 2 luxury brand cars, āengagement moonā total wastrel, chucking away perfectly good stuff.
Iāve been delivering food hampers to families whose children donāt get a decent meal in the school holidays and I have seen poverty that truly shocked me. I have not led a sheltered life by any means but I cried when I got back to the depot. I canāt believe in this day and age that people have to or choose to bring their children up in such squalor.
The first maisonette I went to, I was greeted by a barking Staffie and three little kids, around 10, 7 and 3. They were as pale as anything with matted hair and the place was in total darkness and stank of urine and fags. If youād seen their little faces when I put the box of food and craft stuff on the step, they were positively beaming. Cue mother pulling on her dressing gown at the top of the stairs yelling āwhat do you bleeping wantā
It didnāt get much better. Sorry for the rant but to use a Yorkshire phrase, itās really knocked my duck off.