First and foremost, there is no contribution from any of the children who were in their care.
So what happens is their stories get co-opted. Children's lives are reduced to one line anecdotes and reflections by adults who came and went from their lives. This is unfair.
It's highly unlikely that the children who lived there chose these people as their carers. Or choose to be in care at all.
This couple, however, chose to be foster carers and it's unfair that they use their privileged access to people's lives to tell stories to entertain people.
Secondly, there's no critique of systems or exploration of how hundreds of children ended being passed to these adults for a short period of time then moved on. It's not a good thing.
No sense of where they went next, no sense of whether being there would have been avoidable.
There's only reflection from the carers in the lane of their heroic stoicism.
It's unrealistic and shallow to have them positioned as Calvanist robots. They'll have been paid a fortune in public money and gained materially from this endeavour.
Ask about the outcomes for those hundreds of people, ask whether they consider themselves value for money, ask them whether they think this was the best the state could have done for the children they looked after.
Join it up with ongoing conversations about how children from families that experience poverty are more likely to be in care and subsequently adopted.
Make sure people know that the government reducing Universal Credit leads to stories like this existing.
I think it'd also be pretty alienating to be a family who has fostered a small number of people over a long period of time and read this kind of thing.
The value of fostering to society has nothing to do with how many children people look after.
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If they knew what it was like to hide letters about school trips because you don’t want to stress out your mum.
If they knew what it was like to make a game out of turning everything off and hiding on the floor because the Provvy is at the door and you don’t have the money.
If they knew what it was like to be met with security guards at the JobCentre because someone has decided that you are a threat.
If they knew what it was like to ask someone to put £6 in your bank so that you could take out a tenner because you don't have chip and pin.
If they knew what it was like to pull out of your pal’s wedding last minute and ruin that relationship because you’re too embarrassed to go without money to buy them a present or a drink.