You what?

My oldest lad is now in year 5, and this seems to be the year that the government decide that they need to learn to swim.

So for this term Aidan and his mates have been heading for twice weekly lessons at the local pool. Aidan is a very bright boy and he quickly realised that if he pretended that he couldn't swim he would get to do fun games, rather than having to swim lengths.

I guess that's fine, the cheeky muppet, but it does make me look a little daft when the teachers look at his form and see that I have very definitely ticked the confident and able to swim box.

He came out of school a few weeks ago, and very confidently informed me that one of the girls in his class had been wrapped in cling film during the session. Now this seemed a little odd, so I delved a little deeper. Not cling film, doh!, its turns out she whacked her head very hard, and was given a foil cape to keep her warm while they got her to hospital.

I was just glad to learn that there was no new method of teaching swimming that involved excessive use of cling film.