I was really taken by this piece in the Observer today about the impact of debt on low-income families, particularly the phrase “I was hiding in my own home.”
I’m sure anyone who knocks on doors, for political or other reasons, is familiar with the phenomenon – you approach the door. You can hear the television going, you can hear children running around. Then you knock.
The television is quickly switched off, the children hushed, (you can hear the “shhshhhshhhs” often), sometimes you sense a person peering at you through the peephole.
But you know that the door won’t open.
You push, if you’re a political campaigner anyway, a “sorry you were out when we called” card through the door, then continue on, hoping it might be better times next time you call.
But this article brings home what it is like to be on the other side of the door.