There are school holidays as well. How do people manage then?
I was a widowed mother when my children were six and nine years old. I was one of the lucky ones financially, because my husband’s job had a pension scheme where he could choose good insurance payments for me and the children after his death. Prudently, he had done this. We were poorer than some, but basically comfortable enough.
What worries me now is that I know there is serious child poverty in this country, but I never see any evidence of it except on television. It’s odd, because I live in an area of the north west that is far from affluent. I would have to go deliberately to one of the poor areas of town to see evidence. Where I live, no extreme poverty is visible in the streets, the shops, on public transport or indeed anywhere. It is hidden in its own areas and doesn’t apparently venture out. If it weren’t for the media, I would not know it existed.