It’s getting harder than ever for young adults to clamber onto the property ladder, leaving millions forced to remain in their parents’ home
This month’s Census confirms a seismic shift in the way we are living. With homeownership falling, we have to reform the rental market to make it a decent place to live.
If someone had told me last Christmas that my two-year-old son and I would be a Statutory Homeless and our home would be repossessed by Christmas 2012, I would’ve laughed in total disbelief and wished them a merry Christmas.
The imagery and the towns change, but the theme of party conferences is always the same: we are the party looking out for YOU.
An average three-bed house cost £2,000 in 1952. In 2012 it costs £162,000. That’s an inflation of 8,000%. Have you ever wondered – I mean really wondered – why this is the case?
So where to begin? Sunday 17th April 2011: London Marathon day. As anyone following this blog will know the fact that I was getting up at 6.00am to take part was achievement enough. After a week of injury hell I was so delighted to be joining the race everything else seemed somewhat irrelevant.
I could feel my heart starting to beat faster and my mouth get dry. As I approached the sea of red Virgin London Marathon signs my adrenalin was pumping. I knew I was among fellow runners – they had a look in their eyes that was a mixture of steely determination and fear — except [...]
This is a strange time for runners leading up to the London Marathon. However half-hearted you may have been about the event at the start, after months of training I challenge anyone embarking on their first marathon not to admit that they are totally obsessed.
This week has been all about coming back down to earth with a big, muscle-aching bump. After the elation — and elevation — of my running weekend in the Highlands it was back to pounding the pavements and racking up the miles in a far more urban setting.
At this stage of the training, now only [...]
Last Wednesday I was dodging green traffic lights and wobbly paving stones at the start of the A1 on a typical urban run. But by Friday afternoon I was running up a hill in three inches of snow, enjoying crystal clear skies with only the odd deer or cairn to distract me.
This was because I’d [...]
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