I CAN still recall my very first day at school. I fell asleep. Start as you mean to go on, say I.

And tomorrow, exactly 40 years later, it’s young Ronnie’s turn to start Primary One. There will be tears and tantrums in the Harris household, no doubt. But only from Carolyn. Ronnie will be fine, I’m sure.

Still, it’s a big deal for any family. My oldest boy left school this summer and is applying for college. And now our wee boy, who only arrived with us five minutes ago, is trying on his new school uniform and complaining that his shoes don’t fit properly.

I feel very, very old.