At the start of the pandemic, while the shops were being gutted, we realised we had little food in the house and panic set in. Big shopping’s to stock up weren’t an option due to financial difficulties and this made us both realise the situation we were in. In June my partner’s course ended and he was left with no income, and I received under £500 a month from furlough. My partners difficulty in getting employment led to me working in a supermarket. We were still much in the same situation when the lockdown ended and I started back at my initial job, and ended up working the two. Between both jobs I did not have a day off for over a month. This was fine at first but as the month dragged on I became relentlessly exhausted and was struggling to walk due to fatigue. My life became a cycle of putting on my work boots, coat and face mask, working, coming home and falling asleep. These three items were at the centre of my life at the time, waiting at the front door every morning, symbols defining my life in Fauldhouse during that time.
