Its been a manic few days and I suddenly find myself so tired I can't summon up enough energy for the righteous anger that has carried me through the last few weeks. When Call-me-Dave's big society was first mooted to hoots of derision from anyone with a brain some self confessed Tory used the Guardian's CIF pages to boast that only the right volunteer and cited two teachers neighbours who "got home at four and watched their big TV all evening" as an example. Apparently spending all day attempting to educate the youth wasn't enough for Mr self confessed Tory, they also needed to spend their evenings making up food parcels to feed the jobless so we can save money on cancelling all welfare, or whatever Call-me-Dave's latest compassionate Conservative Crazy idea is.
So that's the Big Society! We feed our less fortunate neighbours on our left overs whilst using up the slashed school budget on Free Schools to make sure our children are kept away from the malnourished kids slurping down our out of date organic yogurt. Mind you who am I kidding? I can barely sleep for worrying that soon I'll be meekly standing in line to bob a curtsey in thanks as I am given my food parcel. We barely make ends meet yet thanks to Gideon we face the loss of £50 a month, there's a leak in the roof we can't afford to fix and my husband has no stability in his job at all.
I spend my life yelling at the TV or the computer "But they have no mandate!" Then I go to my third sector job (cuts in grants, cuts in donors'incomes), raise my daughter, volunteer at a local community project, fundraise for charity and worry that I don't do enough and wonder just where the time has gone. That enough for you Mr self confessed Tory or shall I start putting a few spare tins aside now?
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