A primary school is such a fantastic part of the community. As I dropped my granddaughter off today, I watched the different people bringing their precious children to the same playground, heading for the same place, with the same issues on their mind. We were all shapes and sizes, parents, grandparents, carers and older siblings, different ethnicities, religions, cultures and types and that was just the adults. There were kisses, tears and complaints, last words of advice, reminders, shouts and caresses. One little boy asked his dad why his hair always stuck up, ‘it just needs cutting’ was the reply. Another child forgot to put a wrapper in the bin so her mother said, ‘love you – but I would love you more if you would do as you were told.’ Human life was there in all its glory and I came away in love with ordinary people.