I am not £870 a month, after tax.

I am not endless wedding plans.

I am not a cornflower blue colour scheme.

I am not an 8% pension plan.

I am not; 5 pairs of pants, 5 pairs of socks, 6 t-shirts and 2 lovely suites.

That is what I am not.

 

I am not a recession.

I am not a room in a shared house with someone who steels the milk.

I am not one good holiday a year, if I’m lucky.

I am not the occasional party-night out.

I am not the lucky, drunken fumblings with a middle-aged single mum.

That is what I am not.

 

I am not a fairly decent DVD collection.

I am not my mother or father.

I am not.

I am not an ability to cook a pretty good chicken and asparagus meal.

I am not a £14 a week bus-pass.

I am not the same route home, every day.

This is what I am not.

 

I am not the books I read, the food I eat and the doorbell I ignore.

I am not the stack of dishes that could really do with sorting.

I am not a freezer full of ready-meals.

I am not the targeted advertising I receive.

I am certainly not interested in signing up for “that”.

This is what I am not.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Oh no!

I am not my lack of a decent pair of socks,

I am not a waste of space,

I am better than what your mother says,

I was good enough for you.