THE HOUSE of Commons inquiry into school governors recommends abandoning the annual meeting for parents. Shame, I enjoy mine.
After my first meeting as chair, a parent commented how well-informed I was and asked the headteacher about my background. "I told him you were in education" she said. As a minder of teachers' children, I suppose this is true.
Now many of my minded children attend the school, my cover is well and truly blown. Parents who see me every day outside school, pushing a double buggy, towing a two-year-old, festooned with lunchboxes, PE kit and discarded clothing, can all identify their chair of governors as the woman who looks like Mary
The annual meeting is my opportunity to re-assert my authority. I pop into the nearest phone box and emerge as "super-governor" in a borrowed suit, lipstick, shoes that hurt and carrying a brief case. I then demonstrate that my vocabulary extends beyond "Hold-my-hand-while-we-cross-the-road" and "Put-that-down-you-don't-know-where-it's-been".
Some of the parents probably don't realise childminder and super-governor are one person. Good.