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Where Is Our £10 An Hour?

While the Scottish Government celebrates the success of the Real Living Wage initiative, and talk proudly of it's growth across the nation I find it hard to be happy about an £8.45 an hour wage when for years we've been promised a £10 an hour minimum.



Though the current real living wage isn't too far off the promised £10 an hour it's still not a big enough difference to ensure a good life style for all citizens.

With the cost of living increasing at a steeper rate than the national minimum wage, and the current conservative government aiming to remove human rights, and in so, the minimum wage entirely things do not stand to get better in the UK.

Laden with student debts and the impossibility of owning your own home outright in most areas, citizen in the UK on the whole are under intense financial pressures with no promise of it getting better.

I find it difficult to ignore the fact that council employees are paid standard wage. How are we supposed to believe that our politicians want to enforce a better wage for all citizens in every area of work when council employees, from teachers, NHS staff and city maintenance workers are facing low wages, constant cuts and increased pressure.

If the councils are not willing to increase pay in their own departments for their employees how can we trust that their going to pressure businesses across the nation to do so?

It's hard to take any good news in austerity Britain without an entire tub of salt, and even harder to believe that the hierarchy actually want to see improvements and financial security for all citizens.

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