My wife works at a nursery school near where we live. I often finish work well before she does, and on sunny days I cycle up to meet her and we cycle home together. I used to sit on a wall at the end of the road, which is a busy residential street, and nowhere near the school itself, and play games on my phone waiting for her.|
Couple of months ago she came running out to tell me that a parent picking their kid up from the school had urged them to call the police because there was a paedo at the end of the street taking photos of the kids playing outside. She meant me.
1) I wasn't looking in the direction of the school
2) I wasn't even in the line of the sight of the playground
3) I never once pointed my phone at the school or in that general direction
It makes me fucking angry that parents are so fucking suspicious of any man who dares to even share the same postcode as their children. I certainly wouldn't be a teacher to them if that's the fucking attitude.
And yet, I can kind of sympathise. But not enough to suppress my urge to find out who that parent was and threaten to do them for slander or something. Grrrr.
Any Netflix library in the world for a couple of quid a month? Gimme!