“When I was fourteen my father invited me on a round-the-world trip. Never having been further than France I was thrilled, but there was a problem: I was due to start“O” levels and couldn’t go. As I waited for the bus to school each morning, my dad’s exclamatory writing on postcards from Bali and Perth was smudged by hard Yorkshire rain and disconsolate tears...”
Read the rest of my article bemoaning restrictions on removing kids from school, why I think local authorities have it all wrong and the crime against humanity that is Smörgåstårta in the T2 section of today’s "Times".
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