Tonight was parents-teachers’ evening for N° 2 sprog and so I found myself back in the classroom. I am full of admiration for the way in which the teachers remember the names of all of their many pupils and mostly make the links with the right parents and keep their cool. In between teachers, as it were, I thought of my father who, many moons ago, had gone through the same thing. When he died I came across an envelope full of his notes about me. I had better stop there!