I have been following someone on Twitter who is living, with his partner, a shoe-string existence, house and pet-sitting, couchsurfing or camping out in a tent. By hook or by crook they earn a bit of money here and there, but mostly they live (quite cheerfully, it seems) well below the poverty line. It’s partly choice – they don’t want to make the compromises necessary to secure a regular income, and partly necessity – they weren’t earning enough to pay the rent on their flat. I keep following because I want to see how long they can keep this up and whether they end up making their fortunes, as I think they hope to do, from various projects they have on the go. It seems to me that they are exercising a kind of biblical faith in the idea that their needs will somehow be met. My interest isn’t just the vicarious thrill of living through other people's adventures: I feel a parallel situation in my own life.
(Photograph courtesy of the Daughter, taken at the Petrie Museum where the book launch was held).