I went to school with two kids, bright things they were, whose mother was an alcoholic.
Those poor kids permanently stank. They were often hungry, they were booted out for hours on end, they were dirty.
the SS were involved, but did nothing.
I bumped into the older one a few months back. She's older than me, and is immaculate. She's also on the game.
the younger one is a petty thief who's never worked, has never been employable - he's my age and looks 10 years older. He's not bright enough not to get caught.
The mother is living under the railway bridge when her local pub's landlord gets fed up of the smell in the outhouse.
It's heartbreaking, and should never have happened like that.
The mother has a place in an old people's home, apparently, because she is a 'vulnerable over 55' but she won't take it.
I played with those kids, I spent my childhood sharing my lunch and my toys with those kids, and they could have been so much better than they were allowed to be.