Sometimes it’s better not to say anything at the school gate. That reputed snakepit of gossip, politics, cliques and scrutiny. And if you are foolish enough to open your big mouth, then it really is best to shut it again as soon as possible.
Because carrying on won’t help. Oh no. The hole will just take on cavernous proportions, the better to echo your indiscretion.
I don’t know if this applies particularly to fathers – women and other adults may be equally stupid. You tell me.
But this afternoon I had the pleasure of watching a dad’s foot accelerate towards his mouth. Rather than braking or steering away from trouble, he went into crash test dummy mode.
It was only a slight slip to begin with Continue reading
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