Things are coming to a head with my mother. It looks like the Finchley Memorial Hospital is ready to release her, if not into the wild, then into the protected environment of a care home. I goggle at the prices my brother quotes me. I knew they were going to be high, but I mean really.
“Can’t we just send her to Eton?” I ask. “It’d be loads cheaper, and she’d benefit from a classical education.”
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This article appears in the 28 Oct 2026 issue of the New Statesman, Bin the Budget
