I’m forty years old, thrown on the 'scrap heap' of employment due in no little measure to my... how shall I say... my ability to understand the needs of the fairer sex. Husbands and thereafter employers did not take kindly to my attempts to engender 'savoir faire' between the sexes. I was, its true, on a one man mission.
So now, seeing kids safely across the road is my 'raison d'être', and I’m good at it. I have put the fear of hell and eternal damnation into any motorist that dares to speed, or otherwise make the lives of the kids uncomfortable, not only on the crossing but along the entire road, in this tiny urban corridor over which I have control during periods of the day. Many were the persuasive lectures I willingly gave to recalcitrant road users; oh yes, cyclists and pedestrians too.
