Media, luvvies, chattering classes. Can I just say, SOD the Oscars!
Get it into your shallow heads that the best supporting actors and actresses in the world are family carers. In that great epic This is our Unnoticed Life
‘Course we get no red carpet, no statuette, no applause, no recognition. We just put the hours in. Twenty four hours a day. Every day. Every week. Every month. Every year.
And we’re expected to smile and be on our best behaviour the whole ***** time! While those who elect to speak on our behalf talk over us. (Sometimes, it seems, explaining, the huge amount of nothing they claim to do on our behalf.)
Because anyone daft enough to work round the clock for nowt can’t be quite right in the head, can they?
Not like the rest of the world, who know the “going rate”. Who have no intention (or even concept) of working more than the European Working Time Directive sets down. Who would expect a salary in the thirties, forties, fifties, sixties of thousands and yet are astonished that we might think a means-tested partial access to £59 a week doesn’t quite cut the mustard.
Excuse me if I sound bitter. I am.
With such a divergence between our interests and those of the ‘professionals’ its no wonder we #carers have had to fall back on a Virtual Strike!