My days are spent trying to help my dad get appointments and a new home. I can’t face watching the news too
- This article is part of the heat or eat diaries: a series from the frontline of Britain’s cost of living emergency
It’s only September, but we’ve already got the extra duvets out, more layers, all my thermals. My landlord has got some new heating device that looks like a whiteboard and will apparently save energy, but temperatures are nowhere near cold enough to turn anything on yet.
I’m more worried about my dad spending winter in his house. He’s already living in a big jumper, a bobble hat and a woolly poncho. His place is freezing, it’s damp, it’s a health hazard, and in the middle of the city where there’s a lot of antisocial behaviour right outside his door – but he just doesn’t see himself as a vulnerable man. He has no insight into how fragile he is.
Siobhan is in her 30s and lives in the Midlands. Names have been changed
