SHE. WARFAIR4.com

1. She.    

‘It is like living in a rabbit hutch’ She often said emphatically and metaphorically, and He replied with  

a shrug, nothing to say in reply. It was; and it would take long enough to pay for. Four rooms. Eight-floors up,   

eight flights of long turning concrete rubbish chute and stairs, and fire escape, for when the elevators did not   

function anyway, which was often and took days sometimes to repair.  A balcony open passageway at the front,   

looking over the street below, now starting to become busy with traffic. They had lived with his parents for a   

time, and then after they were married, in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford   

somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children.   

Both saved, and with some financial help from relatives (deceased) they had managed to get this   

place. When the housing market was ‘buoyant’, and mortgages easy to get. The Home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with their combined lives and the home itself. They were

afloat. Both worked to pay-off the loan, which although it was supposed to re-duce each year did not seem ever

to keep up with pay and prices.

THE loan would anyway be paid-off many times over if they were ever to pay off

the debt.   

            

If this place was ever to become their own owned nothing to pay-back; then, if they managed to keep paying-off the loan for the ‘Shelter from the Storm’ as they called Home. That they did not actuarily now own, and may not ever, actually own, lose-lose. To sell-back at Market Price, the difference between the paid-back buying-price and selling-price, and of which they would have lost completely to The Bank…The Mortgage Company.    

Their Home-Mortgage rent no(t)()-insurance their assured-pension against dire-poverty and homelessness.    

No social-recourse and be homeless, to parents and over-crowding again, or with friends similarly fixed, sofa-surfing their home, such as-it-was de-faulted, re-possessed. A two-bedroom apartment, she thought of: kitchen, lounge, shower-bathroom toilet and tiny balcony onto the world below, between them and the sky above. Each day, each month, and each successive year into the unthinkable future; two-thirds of two-lifetimes at least, two-thirds every month of what they were both paid-in wages-for-work earned. 

She did the household accounts, and she knew.    

The Home. The Loan. Would have been paid for several times over by the time if ever it became theirs and The Childrens’; and perhaps even their Grandchildrens’ by the time the shared-property many-floored building was un-inhabitable, de-molished land let-again, built-on freehold not-leasehold extended for-bonus payment un-earned…re-build in the new style, in a traditional place, or otherwise breaking into farmland and ocean beyond.  

              But that is the nature of the human animal, is it no? To do over, and be done-over to again and again she thought

want more and more, for less and less and in the quiet mind wandering moment of pillared door, a room, a table, a bed let go and a bed sheet left behind ready to be buried with perhaps as they did in the olden- times shrouded as now by thin curtains pulled-back.   

Each-Day: like a two-step forward and quick-step fox trot later backwards one-step…   

Home and Away

They worked to pay-off the loan on the house and to pay for and cook food, with bills and   

extras, clothes, and nights-out occasionally.   

              Maybe once a month, or not at all.     

Then He had been laid-off work at The Bakery.    

Three-day-week and three day’s wages.   

The Home mortgage was re-negotiated and they continued struggling to pay-off the loan and other loans, credited and directly debited debt from what they both earned together.    

There was never an issue of who would earn more, and be the main breadwinner, they both earned   

more or less the same low wages

as most the people who worked and they would do the most caring

of each other and the children: the unpaid responsibilities shared around the home, and in the world of work.    

Shopping and holidays and other friends and family out there.

All indebted, or in credit day2day. Week to week, month to next month, years, minute-by-minute. They were equal, without even having to think about it or confront societies and others’ false expectations of gender and families.

They were equal in debt and credit, and supported each other’s frail and fragile egos with a natural equanimity respectful and loving…   

Each contributing their best and differently in-differently knowingly to make the whole; whole.#

*   

It’s not all doom and gloom She did often think, and he tried not to think on it.

The homily homely

claustrophobia only had to be relieved by going out. To the cinema, to a bar or restaurant. But that was not very often de-finitely now there were children as well.    

Sel-dom. did extras make their mark, clothes bought carefully a piece at a time, re-placement rather than extravagance.

The cupboards filled with groceries and emptied by the time the next weeks shopping is needed and the next week’s earnings…already spent.   

              *

She was awake, first this morning, and she got up from the bed on which he still lay awake but not yet awake enough to leave its’ night-time warmth. She went through to the next room. The bedroom led across the narrow-passage to the living room, which led directly to the tiny gallery kitchen and balcony on one side and door to the front room, on the other side balcony corridor and more doors along.   

Except it wasn’t the front-room, exactly fronting only unlike the Front-Room of her-childhood playing on the   

street and door directly to the rugged ragged matted smell of cooking from the stone wall white-washed country kitchen.  

             Upstairs two bed-rooms and on the gallery landing for the children

and a closet room to flush away with a basin of water from the kitchen sink-tap and toilet-well into the slurry sump, where you could hear it ‘slurry’ all the way down, filtered to spray on fields all around; and then back downstairs to replace the water from the kitchen-tap and outside clean-well.    

Pumped-up from the well, refilling the fired china clay bowl for washing and zinc-metal bucket, ready   

for the next use.    

*

Log-grabbing oil-wealth toughened steel plasma-cutters hydraulic-ram chassis

Plastic-panel welded together.

Expertly  

Put-together giant wheels axle brake.    

Pumping-iron water steam to cool the engines’ turbo diesel s-carbed grapple telescopic arms the claw car-crusher  mattress-shredder then the skid-board tracking

Carbon-fibre e-road automobiles solar panels settled wind farming blades and wave-machines generating heat&power and swimming in clean-air&water:    

> Low-No: installation& maintenance#

<Cost yr/yr.  

Apparently, free.   

*

At her first childhood home, bed-time children first, then the adults. Rats nested runs, beetles and   

cockroaches were kept away by the domesticated cats and dogs that shared the yard and house with horses at the local stables for the carts and file field machinery; to ride, at week-end day-off, and many Holy

Tax-Days. Each week, several times into the market town for food supplies, and the children’s treats.     

Their whole world a Living Market Place of Work Trust and Play. Now, more precious than LIFE    

Now, great enclosed parked superstores and supermarkets and factory outlet warehouse.

Where goods are now transported she thought of: to-and-fro and by foot and horses’ hoofs carried and

motor vehicle, train and massive-tanker and container-ship

electric-like cutting through the air

Or the hydrogen&helium of outer-space

A one-metre flight through almost nothingness 

baited   

> One-click: Low-No-cost subscription no-way out… 

< N/nnn…paid-up…again and again.   

From the docks and airport, at the city harbour hub humming away, remote yet directing everyday life, everywhere.   

Exorbitant-Political Business-Trips   

Media-control: Holiday Passengers, and Freight Cargo.    

The affordable flight, to get-away from-it-all: a change; a charge necessary move, once in a while, and   

not at-all. 

Every year; but, to visit family here and there and elsewhere, or else you’d go stir-crazy.     

Do a night-time flit, flip! leave the rent, the mortgage, un-paid.    

Only, to otherwise keep on fighting for the bargains: cheap-est with-in budget, to get through to the   

Next-day and the day-after-that.   

When debts and fines could not be paid, the debt collector bailiffs.

The-Auctioneer: selling- off of the personal possessions; sometimes, on the Global Markets;   

and then sold-out: the personal; and, T.V. public…the laptop computer on-sleep and awakened, opened, placed on the table, booted-up and She

blogged instantaneously her-thoughts: 

#We all need a roof over our heads…and to put Food on the Table! without any other word or contextual continuity that did not remain obvious to this early morning.   

Everyone and anyone in the same and similar circumstances getting the same hastily tapped-out messages excluding, those without tablet, home or food; and those with patently far too-much those who employed had an Administration to do that for them and her-thought continued in the context of the mindful moment and that which we all have to pay extortionately for over and again even when the food is eaten and the crap washed away there remains a nasty stain, a nasty taste.   

             Original wages sweated over day upon day, and loans ever in negative equity to who?   

Them!   

              Income-Tax&Corporation-Tax

Nought but Misery&Grief

Toll-Gate

Paid/un-paid through extra-ordinary government-deal(s):

Dodgy-Deals all-round

Tax-Gate. Increase/Decrease for the richest by-value of

Extortionate debt-interest credit-profit and volatile prices, losses on last-accounts records ever higher BINGO!

Money&Status

To live above ones’ class

Lives sold-and-pay…

The Piper

Trouble-Makers

Arrested committed committe in-query in(i)quity

electric-coin

Ex-terminating…

Share-prices collapsed…

Looking up, and down again now, not in dejection, but circumspection against ever apparent possible failure.

With desperate optimism, toward un-realistic perfectionism. 

Worth  

Mech(A)nized buffer-traffic building-up

As soon as into a busy rush-hour congestion be-low…  

Cars and buses, bicycles, motorbike and motorized delivery truck from here, only another view.

From   

two-sides; and every side…

From the-beginning

Split-The-Atom

the bedrooms along the passage corridor

the sleeping children slept, earlier peeked into soundless in beautiful dream or dreamless seemingly startling worrying death-checked for breathing.   

Crossing from night into daytime

TV remotely automatically turned on, confirmation, that    

life goes on…

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  1. New blog ancient story first para’s of WARFAIR4.com again She is alerted to the world on waking and on TV preparing breakfast toilet and work. On the day the markets stood still. We all stayed home working for free as ever as for pay at the end of the day, week, month and years…M.Stow11/12 online M.Stow21

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