David Robbins: Oh the things we dads have to do for our children
The walk to my daughter's school takes about 10 minutes. The route passes through tree-lined streets of prosperous-looking red-brick houses. There is plenty of time to think.
About things like why am I carrying a school bag, a swimming bag, another bag containing two sweet-peas and a tomato plant for the school, plus trying to rein in a small dog with a pull like a Massey Ferguson?
Or about why trying to get a six-year-old ready for school leaves me a nervous wreck, while she, having reduced me to this state, skips along without a care in the world, free, unencumbered and with her whole life ahead of her.