I’m counting the days – well, it is just over a year – until I don’t have to do the school run anymore. Inevitably it will be replaced by the sixth-form college run, but I’m hoping that there will be a bus involved at some point. For the moment, though, there is no bus, either school or public, to get my nipper to a place of learning.
The added complication to my school run isn’t the rush hour hell in the morning or evening which many experience, it’s the fact that there is a hospital opposite.
Quite rightly there are designated parking spaces for the unwell visitors and healthcare professionals. Some school runners don’t care and park in them as well in as the bright yellow boxes reserved for ambulances. No really. So on some nights it’s gridlock as a fairly narrow road becomes blocked with motoring Mexican stand-offs aplenty.
As the least confrontational person on the planet who usually shrugs shoulders and turns the opposite lock, I have been forced out of the Land Rover (the only real one on the school run, of course) to tell drivers to move along.