Today was the day I saw a different kind of have-not.
Joe and Josephine say they often have a few drinks down there, down by the lake. They don’t have anywhere else to go. Not really. He can go back to his parents’ place and she can go back to hers. And that’s fine; their parents are fine. It’s not the same though – it’s not like having your own place.
They can’t afford it. They said property prices have gone mad, stupid-mad. We all know that’s true.
Joe and Josephine have jobs. They say they’re not hard-up, not in the big scheme of things. But they can’t get their own place, their own space, rooms to spend time in at their own pace. So if the weather’s OK and if they both are off work, they’ll go down to the lakes and have a drink. Over the wire and in a fallow field, away from most people. They said they try and care, you know, feel like they’re part of it all still, but it’s hard.