Dickensian Britain 2013

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The poverty in some sections of Great Britain is a reflection of a Dickensian Era, leaving schools to struggle; as a growing amount of children go without the most fundamental skills.

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This nation was meant to have grown and, with higher standards, but instead children are coming to school incapable of dressing themselves or being able to use a knife and fork and, some are even incompetent to use a toilet properly.

A small but notable and increasing number of children are being left alone, not because the parents want to neglect their children, but they have no option and, a good deal of older siblings in the family are being relied upon to raise younger brothers and sister because parents have to search for work or chance being deprived of their money.

If the numbers get any larger it will be next to, if not impossible for schools to respond to the effects of serious poverty, family collapse and, a lack of parenting skills in a good deal of communities.

Perfectly healthy children are going to school not yet toilet trained and, there are children who can’t dress themselves and, children who only know how to eat with a spoon and fingers and, have not ever taken a seat round a table to benefit from a home cooked family meal.

There are children who get themselves and, occasionally their younger siblings up in the morning.  Children who bring themselves to school at a very young age.  Children who sometimes don’t know who will be at home when they get home, if anyone.

These children come from some of our most poverty-stricken neighbourhoods, who commence school with an enormous weight of poverty on their shoulders and, it can be next to impossible to prevent the consequences of such impoverishment and, it’s impractical for teachers to get on with the job of educating if children in the class have not overcome some of the fundamental life skills that are essential prior to starting school.

Published by Angela Lloyd

My vision on life is pretty broad, therefore I like to address specific subjects that intrigue me. Therefore I really appreciate the world of politics, though I have no actual views on who I will vote for, that I will not tell you, so please do not ask! I am like an observation station when it comes to writing, and I simply take the news and make it my own. I have no expectations, I simply love to write, and I know this seems really odd, but I don't get paid for it, I really like what I do and since I am never under any pressure, I constantly find that I write much better, rather than being blanketed under masses of paperwork and articles that I am on a deadline to complete. The chances are, that whilst all other journalists are out there, ripping their hair out, attempting to get their articles completed, I'm simply rambling along at my convenience creating my perfect piece. I guess it must look pretty unpleasant to some of you that I work for nothing, perhaps even brutal. Perhaps I have an obvious disregard for authority, I have no idea, but I would sooner be working for myself, than under somebody else, excuse the pun! Small I maybe, but substantial I will become, eventually. My desk is the most chaotic mess, though surprisingly I know where everything is, and I think that I would be quite unsuited for a desk job. My views on matters vary and I am extremely open-minded to the stuff that I write about, but what I write about is the truth and getting it out there, because the people must be acquainted. Though I am quite entertained by what goes on in the world. My spotlight is mostly to do with politics, though I do write other material as well, but it's essentially politics that I am involved in, and I tend to concentrate my attention on that, however, information is essential. If you have information the possibilities are endless because you are only limited by your own imagination...

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  1. This is what Thatcher meant by Victorian Values. “The rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate, God made them high and lowly, and ordered their estate. Odious Victorian hymn.

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