This last week it's been half term in London schools. Just the right time to organise a police raid on my nine-year
old's primary school...
I should explain. The caretaker had been growing - ahem, I mean
allegedly growing, of course - a small forest of cannabis plants in the boiler room. It was the sky-high electricity bills which revealed the secret. Someone tipped off a tabloid and suddenly Mrs. Charlie, a parent governor, has spent half the week issuing
po-faced statements of support for the excellent head and the other half fending off humorous texts from her mates archly asking if this was a new PTA fund raising initiative.
This should be a nine day wonder: there's no suggestion that
any one's little darling came into contact with the plants.
But these things can linger in the collective memory, as
Richard Fortey's rather wonderful '
The Secret Life of the Natural History Museum- Dry Store Room No.1' has reminded me. Before the war, there was allegedly an
illicit still inside the hollow Big Blue Whale. (It's a delightful book - the
NYRB review is reproduced
here). The Head of Exhibitions was said to be responsible. I can only imagine it didn't show up on the utility bills....