Thar reminds me of the time very many years ago when a new girl came to our school and my friend and I were chatted with taking her under our wing.
We would have been 13/14 at the time.
It was stressed on us that a very good impression must be made as her father was very high up in the County’s Education dept.
When she took us home for the first time, shock just didn’t cut it.
There was a full litter tray and dried up cat food in bowls all by the fireplace, the place was quite frankly filthy and I can see it to this day.
She and her parents were absolutely charming, her father was great fun.
They just didn’t mind how they lived.
Why doesn't Starmer hold another referendum?
(not envy)