I’ve put ‘the hassle-home’ up on bricks for now. I’ve been looking at it for the last few days, the way warring couples push salad around their plates while not speaking. It doesn’t make it – or any of the other problems – go away, it just keeps the awfulness at the same level.
So I dug out something I wrote around 1995 or so. A story about the exploitation of those deemed ‘too lazy to work’.
It’s funny I didn’t choose to write this when I was actually unemployed (December 2009 to May 2012) but then, life’s often like that, in my experience.