oggbashan
Dying Truth seeker
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Some years ago I was asked to collect my Grand-daughter from a school function and, being the daft softy I am, I said yes. Then I discovered that it wasn't being held at the school.
So I turned up at the building, which was locked. I knocked, politely, and enquired after my Grand-daughter.
I was grilled quite thoroughly by two ladies (teachers?) with several questions including one about which Granddad I was. Eventually, I supplied sufficient information and the child sprinted out and flung herself into my arms at high speed.
Then the teachers {?} smiled.
But I felt like I'd been checked out by MI5 or someone.
I rarely collect my grandson from his pre-school. But if I do, I have an agreed password to use to identify me as his grandfather.
The first time I collected him, I had remembered the password.
I didn't need it. The teacher had been a classmate of my middle daughter and had been to birthday parties at my house. She recognised me instantly (I had a white beard even when she was young).