You are a Yellow Vest…….
You are a Yellow Vest when you know you have nothing at the end of the month.
When you earn 1,500 pounds a month and you’re told you’re entitled to the employment bonus, but you have to be single and in deep shit to get it.
When you are not entitled to rent subsidy because your salary is 30 pounds too high.
When your shopping list becomes important for your account balance.
You’re a Yellow Vest when you have a smartphone that you have to pay in four instalments.
But you are also a Yellow Vest when four or ten monthly payments are your only chance to afford a little luxury.
If you can no longer afford to pay for croissants when you have guests on Sunday.
You are a Yellow Vest when you know the taste of Panzzani pasta to the point of nausea. If you have already tried every possible tomato sauce to vary the taste of your pasta.
You are also a Yellow Vest when you try to save 100 euros, but only for one month, because the next month you have to pay bills with it.
You’re a Yellow Vest when you want to buy clothes for your kids, but you have to settle for a special offer and end up overdrawing your account.
You’re also a Yellow Vest when you see the bills coming in every month while your hobbies are slowly disappearing.
Ah, no cinema, because the electricity bill has arrived.
Ah! no McDonald’s for the kids, because the council tax has arrived.
You are also a Yellow Vest when you know that you have to calculate like an accountant when you buy your friends a round of drinks at the pub so that you don’t run out at the end of the month.
And you’re also a Yellow Vest when you know that you haven’t been on holiday for three years and that you can only go to the homes of relatives near you, just to get out a bit.
We are not a movement of horned beasts, social cases or beggars, no, ladies and gentlemen.
This is the heartbeat of the UK, a UK with a heartbeat that will end in a heart attack.
And why?
Because she is suffering, and because the people who have the necessary medicines are depriving us of them!
Okay, you don’t want to demonstrate with us.
OK, complain if you’re 15 minutes late for work because of our blockade.
But ask yourself, on your couch, when the UK will breathe its last?
What are you going to do if the UK doesn’t finally get an electric shock?
Let’s stop grumbling and being indignant!
Let’s count the new heartbeats of the UK instead.
All together, all different, but all united and above all:
determined!