DWP: How can I help? Me: Hi, I’m calling to change my bank details. DWP: OK, I need to ask some security questions. *We go through the security questions* DWP: OK, that’s done. How can I help? Me: I’m calling to change my bank details. DWP: The payment due on the 1st will be going into your old… Continue reading A Phone Call With The DWP
I don’t have to count 5ps out of the mug on my windowsill to buy a loaf of bread this week.
God, I hate pouring coins into a cashier’s hand, and waiting as they count every one. It’s worse if there’s a queue behind me.
I remember living alone at the age of 17, in a flat that I could barely afford the bills for.
Sleeping in two coats and a thick blanket during the depths of winter, because I could not afford heating.
Standing in shops and staying in libraries until they turfed me out, just to feel the warmth.
I am Daniel Blake.
I’ve been left to starve by the DWP after six weeks of trying to get on benefits after my contract as University staff ended. My bank loans are running out, my credit score is going to pot, and I’m facing making a claim for the fourth time on Friday.
The DWP would have left me with 74p for the month, and no way to claim additional funds.
I was in the jobcentre for three hours yesterday.
I now have to choose whether the money I get each month goes on my rent or my food and travel costs on a monthly basis.