It’s friday, the last day of living below the line. We’re upping the ante a little this evening by having a couple of friends over and attempting to dine below the line. I’m still trying to work out if I can cook three courses for 33p per person. Maybe two is enough.
In the meantime, I wanted to mention our little exception. Lou and I have been eating for £1 a day this week, but Zach hasn’t. He’s carried on as normal. And that’s obviously a big privilege. If you’re actually living below the poverty line, you don’t get to choose differently for your children. There’s been plenty to think about this week, but perhaps the thing I’m most thankful for is that we’re not bringing Zach up in extreme poverty.