Posted 2:13 AM by Paul
School Run

The kids go to school about 400 yards from our front door.

They wake at 8.00, take half and hour to get ready. Traditional screams of - Stop moaning and yet dressed - Hurry you are going to be late - Where are my shoes? - I haven't got a clean blouse known to parents across the world echo around the house and down the street. When I am home I make a hot breakfast. Beigels, ham & eggs or porridge. Mo messing about with meusli. The kids tend to linger over their food, telling each other jokes and teasing. Occasionally arguing. Heather does their hair and heads off for the train into Central London where she works running the intranet for a government department.

We need to be out of the door by 8.50, so I have taken to playing Blitzkrieg Bop at 8.45 as the signal that it's time to wolf down the last pieces of toast. I could not have imagined in 1977 that the track would be put to this use.

Hey Ho Lets Go, What they want, I don't know, They're all revved up and ready to go.

It's worth a try