lollipop trouble

I got in trouble this morning. My name was written in the book. By the lollipop man.

Ron the lollipop man reigns supreme in the mornings in Linlithgow. He help the bairns (and everyone else) across the road with a smile and the unfailing comment 'on y'go hen'. Rain or shine he is there, with his large badge collection on his yellow hat, and he always cheers me up.

Anyway, this morning, I was a bit late and attempted to nip across the road without waiting for him to help me with his lollipop. He wrote me in his book for not following the green-cross code. I was frankly ashamed of my behaviour and promised to do better tomorrow morning.