Stephen Robinson

Private grief

The independent schools that once served the likes of my family have abandoned us to pursue rich foreigners

Two or three mornings a week I walk our four-year-old down to his Catholic primary school in Camden Town. As we pass an expensive though rather bad private school, we have to squeeze our way through the mayhem of north Londoners decanting their pampered progeny from their double-parked 4x4s.

I can’t say I like the look of the boys that much.

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