There’s a silver Porsche parked outside a church in Fulham, next to a food bank delivery van. Financiers and footballers live in the gorgeous red-brick Victorian houses here that sell for £3m.
Only a few miles away, there are rich men in the House of Lords who say that real poverty no longer exists in Britain. But inside the church there is a woman who has been starving herself in order to have food for her children. “Anybody would. Wouldn’t you?”
Ceceline has tears in her eyes. The number of men and women like her coming in desperation to food banks like this is still rising, despite what some people think. This is the month when demand soars by 50 per cent.
“Oh God, Christmas is here. The adverts on the TV and the radio, going over and over. I just want it to pass,” she says. “This is the worst time of year, the pressure on a mother.”