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It is distasteful to me that as a nation we can prioritise £160 million for a state funeral, £100 million for a coronation and billions for military misadventures, but we cannot provide decent affordable housing.

Wandering with a friend yesterday, we glimpsed through the window of an estate agents. What we saw was rather shocking.

If in my youth I had been embarrassed living in a great big house in the suburbs, the reality is that even the tiniest, dingiest terraced house in poor repair nowadays costs vastly more than my parent’s house relative to salaries.

What hope is there for first-time buyers or those of little means? For renters, the situation is equally stark. The only solution to be indebted to the hilt, perpetually seeking promotions to keep pace with debt repayments.

There’s something very wrong with the configuration of society today. It’s as if we’re intent on resurrecting feudalism at any cost. At the top, rich elites partying without pause, while the masses toil endlessly to make ends meet.

In the post yesterday morning, I received a letter from our local food bank, asking for help. In the last year, they have given out over twenty-thousand food parcels to those in our locality who cannot afford to feed themselves.

Yes, this is a nation which spent £100 million for a weekend’s party for a king. Of course, I will do my part, despite collecting a public service salary. But really we should demand more of our feudal overlords. Perhaps a revolution is in order.