Here's a picture of me, to remind you.
Oh, sorry. Wrong picture.
Here I am.
See? Butter wouldn't melt!
A friend says she always judges people on the basis of 'Would I let them look after my cat?' It's surprisingly reliable. Try it.
You'd let me look after yours, wouldn't you?
I know for sure that the headteacher of my grandson's primary school wouldn't. Even though I've waited in the school playground once a week for two years now, he didn't recognise me last Thursday when I arrived to pick up Elijah from his after-school club.
I was under suspicion.
I'll say here that this headteacher is a lovely man and I can't blame him for making sure I was the real deal if he didn't recognise me. I'd much rather know that he checked people out than let any Tom, Dick or Hattie in to collect children.
But I couldn't help being …