So, we end the first week of single-income status in the Broken Britain household, and it's been a blast. I would like to extend my thanks to all in the Government who engineered a situation where my husband - free at last from the shackles of earning - can leap around the living room on a Friday morning with a huge smile on his face.
No, really, I'm not being sarcastic. Who needs cash when you can be happy instead? I see months of happy peasantry and simple family pleasures ahead. Until the male becomes melancholic and must return to the industrialised world. With any luck we will keep the roof over out heads. Otherwise we can feel free and unshackled in a box in an underpass somewhere. Hooray!