Look, I know lots of you will think I'm an old curmudgeon, but I feel like I take my life in my hands every day at pick-up time (DS runs from car into school alone in the morning).
Getting thru' the gate, and along the pathways into the small pick-up courtyard is a nightmare, with pre-schoolers careering about on scooters and tricycles, and the occasional kid tottering about on rollerblades or heelies, esp as there are also so many pushchairs about.
You hear the ocasional "be CAREFUL Callum", but most of the mums are so busy chatting they just ignore their likkle darlings belting me in the back of the ankles.
I have been run into more times than I can say, how I haven't actually fallen over is only due to a miracle. It's only a matter of time before one of the littlies gets hurt.
I am seriously thinking of raising this matter at my next governors meeting. Will I be stoned?