David Robbins: How me and my six-year-old had to break into a school
There are certain questions you ask yourself when you're half-way up a telegraph pole on a summer's evening, trying to break in to your daughter's school.
Who's idea was this? How did I get here? Will my double-parked car get towed? If the guards come, just how much jail time will I and my reluctant six-year-old accomplice get?
It all began innocently enough. My wife and her gardening group came up with the idea of organising a vegetable trug (a kind of planting bed on legs) for the school in thanks for being allowed to hold their meetings in the school hall.