Lucky Kid

Our local government strikes again. Months ago the school crossing lady for my youngest sons' school had to quit because she's gone back to college, and the council hasn't managed to hire anyone to replace her in all this time. For a while they sent a supervisor-type person to fill in, then they suddenly stopped.

My kids' school is only a tiny little Victorian-built church-school in a cul-de-sac, but the cul-de-sac leads off a main road. There is a flashing light warning motorists to slow down to 20 mph, but most of them don't do it because there's never any enforcement. So the kids have to cross the main road without a lollipop lady to get to the bus, if they take the bus.

Yesterday, my youngest came home from school in tears. His best friend Lewis was crossing the main road and was hit by a car. Jack saw it happen. He's convinced that Lewis is going to be in hospital for a long time and then have to be in a wheelchair, but the hubby, who was also there with his ice cream van, said Lewis got up and walked out of the road, then collapsed probably due to shock. He had a bump on his head and a cut leg. He's a lucky little boy. Some of the drivers go through there at 50 mph, even though it's normally a 30 mph zone, and 20 before and after school.

Let's hope the council pulls their finger out and gets something done before a child is killed.

Oh, and he wasn't crossing the road to get to the ice cream van. Simon intentionally parks it on the side of the road where the school is so no one has to cross the road.