[Guinness]

Lets try to put this in some form of perspective.

You live in a house, bricks, mortar and a roof. Over the years it becomes a home. It has memories. The pencil line that you drew on your daughters third birthday, the uneven shelf your husband put up before he died. The sooty fingerprints on the loft opening left dragging the Xmas tree and presents down for the last 20 years. The flourishing Rhodedendron bush bought from the garden centre that had two leaves, the garden shed he built etc..etc..etc..

I remember when I first moved into my present home, a god awful tree from next door took away light from some plants I'd put in and chucked leaves everywhere..it was an ugly, spindly tree. Offered the 70+ lady next door to cut it down, dig out the roots and remove it. 'Oh no, my daughter put that in when she was little, it was only a twig', she said. Only a dumb tree, I thought at the time, stupid woman.

When she died, before the next person moved in, I eradicated that tree.....30 years down the line, I have a tree in my garden, it's a tree my 5 year old daughter chose 20+ years ago. It's a weeping cherry, its ugly in winter, it's pretty for about 4 days every year then its an absolute nightmare....you will cut that down after my lifeless body shuffles off this mortal coil, and then I will haunt your sorry arse forever! I have a memory of when we bought it, planted it and watered it together.

I'm fortunate, the bedroom tax doesn't matter to me financially, I'm alright Jack.....but....how many people are out there in 'homes'..NOT..'houses'. Should these people give up their 'homes' for people who are nothing more than baby factory queue jumpers to use as 'houses'

This is such a poorly thought out tax..it's unbelievable that people think that it's fair