The perimeter school pathway resembled the first WW trenches, the school being extended. Little Jonny who has just slipped and covered in mud, was not assisted or helped, but instead shouted and dragged along, by another just out of bed specimen of education, and in passing me, nose in air head shacking, raising the eyebrows, and tutting. Supercilious women I thought.
Then you get the stupid note your child needs XYZ by NEXT DAY, tears because mum doesn’t have a suitable outfit or whatever it is at short notice, the child takes in the next best thing, is shouted at and made to miss out.
Reminiscent of my primary school days, the parent’s evening, found Miss Im in charge type, where not only the child spoken down to, but mum and dad as well.