A babe in arms in a hard hat: health & safety gone mad

Look, I was in a bad mood. Again. No particular reason, or possibly the weather. The silly thing is I’d been looking forward to it so very much. The builders are about to start work on an £8.5 million extension to the local school, and my grandson, aged three and a quarter, as the youngest pupil, was elected to dig the first turf in front of the town’s great and the good, and have his picture taken for the local paper. Oscar is a bright lad, but too young to comprehend what exactly was being asked of him and why. But we impressed on him the need to have his cheesy camera smile ready for the right moment. It was all he needed to know.

I wasn’t officially invited. But I wasn’t going to miss that. Surely an extra grandad wouldn’t upset anyone’s plans, I said. At the appointed hour I put on a clean shirt and met my boy and his partner at the school gates.