Serious Sunday: How the other half live!

Before Lockdown it was estimated that 4.5 million children in the UK were living below the poverty line. That number is set to grow by at least one million during 2020.

What does this mean in real terms? Well for some of my learners it means having only one set of clothes to wear. A set of clothes that is often still damp from having been washed the night before and, over time, begins to give off a musty, mouldy smell that sets apart the wearer in every sense of the word.

For other learners it is going without regular meals so that younger siblings can be fed. Such learners can apply for a means-tested free meal allowance using a thumb-print payment method. Every individual human thumb-print is unique but as a collective, in this instance, they mark off individuals as living in poverty.

What has really struck me whilst teaching during Lockdown is that it is a poverty of opportunity that is having and will continue to have, the most negative impact on the futures of those caught in the poverty trap.

A system is in place to monitor engagement with remote learning. For my particular group of learners engagement has been, for the most part, hit and miss.

Were they less inclined to engage with remote teaching and, if so, why? They were usually good attenders, maintained focus in class and responded positively to learning opportunities. They are very tech-savvy and had no problem interacting with virtual learning platforms when in college.

What was going on with these guys that was causing them to drop off the college radar?

I finally got to speak to one parent who explained that she had four children all trying to access school and college work from one laptop that she had borrowed from someone.

Another mum told me that they do not have access to WiFi and are using up data allowance on their phones to try to get the children’s school and college work done.

Yet another mum spoke to me in whispers down the phone. She didn’t want her daughters to know that their violent father, who mum has a restraining order against, had forced his way into the house and smashed up the one tablet they had because he thought mum was using it to visit dating sites.

Any learner without access to ICT equipment and/or WiFi can request to borrow a laptop and dongle. Unfortunately some will not receive these until early June when the academic year is nearly at an end.

There are other solutions. I have mailed work to some of my learners but due to cost and safeguarding constraints, they have no way of returning it once completed.

If a learner is able to submit electronic versions of their assignments I can mark these electronically, give constructive feedback, track progress and ensure that learning is sequenced and structured just as I would in a classroom.

Learners who are receiving work through the mail are excluded from this essential element of the learning process and are, as a result, at a disadvantage compared to their peers. How do they know what they have done well? How do they know what they need to do to improve? How do they recognise opportunities to push through barriers so that learning does not plateau?

Add to all this the compound loss of routine, interaction with peers within the virtual classroom and meaningful contact with teaching and support staff.

“How the other half live!” I once wrote this as a rather flippant comment on a report for a learner who, when asked why he was late back to class in the afternoon said “Well I went to Wetherspoon’s for a bit of lunch.”

Lockdown, remote teaching, difficult conversations with parents have truly shone a light on how the other half live.


Serious Sunday: Where do you go to my lovely?

As part of its Corona Virus coverage The Guardian newspaper has posted a series of short films on its website one of which is about an hotel in Shrewsbury that has opened its doors to some of the city’s homeless for the duration of Lockdown. It is, for the most part, an uplifting story. The guests talk about recovering their dignity, feeling safe and being in the rare position of being able to plan for the future. Both staff and guests describe the shared sense of family. The local residents and businesses have shown their support by donating food and clothes with the exception of a few whose behaviour and attitudes towards the hotel’s new guests are described by the manager as “discrimination”.

The first homeless person I ever knew was a schoolfriend. Not homeless in the sense that she was wandering the streets with her possessions in a backpack but homeless in the sense that she hadn’t the security of having one place she could call home.. She could not get on with her mum’s partner. He gave an ultimatum “It’s me or her!” and, well, it wasn’t my school friend. She moved in with her gran which was OK. Except at weekends Gran’s boyfriend would stay over and they wanted the house to themselves. So where did my friend go at weekends? To other friend’s houses where she slept on the sofa. One friend’s parents let her sleep in their shed if the weather would allow.


Twenty years forward in time and one of my students was living with her aunt having been removed from the care of her mum who refused to ditch her violent partner. My student regularly absconded from her aunt’s to be brought back by the police after a couple of night’s rough sleeping. Her aunt tired of this and said she could not cope with the responsibility of caring for her niece any longer. So where did my student go? To council-approved bed and breakfast accommodation. A temporary solution until more suitable accommodation for a 16 year old girl could be found but she was still there six months later.

About a year ago two guys were rough-sleeping in the multi-story car park I use for work. It was relentlessly cold and draughty but, I guess, safer and more private than a shop doorway or subway. One of them told me his girlfriend had thrown him out and until his benefits claim went through he had no choice but to sleep rough. I promised them a couple of sleeping bags but the next day they were gone; moved on following complaints from other car park users. Where did they go ? Maybe somewhere that wasn’t as safe as the car park.

Last night as we left the supermarket a young man with a dog stopped us. His first words to us; “Please don’t judge me on what you see now. I’m not really like this”. He told us he was trying to get together enough money for accommodation for the next two nights . For £15 a night he would get bed and breakfast at this one particular place he described and they accepted dogs. When we drove past him he was smoking a cig and chatting to one of the guys from the supermarket. They looked about the same age. Maybe they went to school together. Where did he go that lovely young man? Did he use the money he was given for his two-nights’ accomodation? If he did where will he go on Monday night?

One of the things that came out strongly in the story of the homeless at the hotel was a sense of optimism about the future. Two of the guys were planning to apply for jobs at the hotel and there was an overwhelming sense that, for the hotel staff and their guests, whatever happens, they will always look on each other as family.

There is much debate now about our lives post- lockdown, how things will never be quite the same and that we will have to adjust to “ a new normal”. The guests at the hotel are already living “a new normal” having put down shallow roots there and invested in their temporary home by carrying out odd jobs and helping with chores. Will their inevitable departure merely signal a return to their “old normal” and where will they go?



Check out the Shrewsbury hotel story here.

What I did today: Summerhouse

It’s been forever since I last updated this blog. Since my last post I have built a summer house (well my husband built it I painted it!)

Before we started I did loads of research. I wanted the interior to look a bit beach hut, but also the kind of room where pre-loved and still-loved items can find a forever home.

I found an old Victorian wrought iron cot on eBay which my husband converted into a day bed, made a table from a vintage singer sewing table frame and chose pale, seaside colours for the paintwork. I used paint from the Cuprinol Shades range.  I also found “Shed Decor” by Sally Coulthard a great source of inspiration.

I found a vintage light shade and paraffin stove, also on eBay, and added bunting and outdoor festoon lights.

It’s the perfect place to work from while we are on lockdown!!!