The phrase “cost of living crisis” didn’t really cover it. The word “living” was a constant reminder that that was far away. “Surviving” would have been nearer the mark. And “crisis” sounded as though it was a sudden shock, not a drawn out, endless story. He knew he wasn’t even the worst off. He still managed to cover the rent. He still had a home. He didn’t own it of course and he didn’t control it he thought as the thermostat turned itself down and the lights went off. At least the door still unlocked he thought. Today at least.
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