I do love the weekend, there’s something rather satisfying about switching the alarm off and sticking two fingers up to the school run. Seriously, sitting in the back of the our car whilst on the school run must feel like Top Gear for tiddlers. I’m no Jeremy Clarkson but I certainly find myself lacking a filter when it comes to squeezing our people carrier between a double-decker bus and some tool whose unaware of their girth and has parked half a mile away from the pavement. Why they’ve plonked a Primary School on the narrowest road imaginable I have no idea, …
