At the school pick-up on the first day of term, I looked like any other of the expensively dressed mothers in my new Miu Miu outfit. I was keen to hear how my then three-year-old daughter Tilly had enjoyed her first day with her big brother.
In spite of the astronomical fees, my 18 month old, asleep in his pram, was also down on the waiting list. So too the baby I was expecting in four months’ time.
But when the other mothers suggested we continue our chat in Starbucks, panic surged inside me and my hands grew clammy. Tilly took the
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