Remind me, who's your Mum?

I've mentioned before over the years that our offices are situated close to three schools which cater for the full term of a persons education from infants through to sixth form. This causes problems from time to time due to poor parking, abysmal driving, drug dealing and teenagers whose hormones are raging faster than their tiny brains can cope with.

It can also however result in some very funny moments; we've had a Cheerleader team practising their routines whilst waiting for the team coach to appear, we've had very small people laughing hysterically at new rude words they have learned that day and we have those who egg each other on to try and do something silly. This latter option can manifest itself in many ways, I've been saluted by one group of lads, called 'Sir' by another (must be the suit and tie) and stopped by three teenage girls to discuss my choice of tie, last Friday however a new act from the Theatre of the Absurd was performed when one teenage girl called out to me 'Hi Dad".

As I remarked to the two ladies in the office when I returned, there's something disconcerting about being called Dad and not recognising the person who is calling you it. I just hope she received suitable remuneration for her dare.