Lesley Grant ran out of her house, right arm half way in her school blazer while the other one flapped to keep her school bag on her shoulder. It was not the most elegant of departures from her house giving the impression of a distressed baby bird attempting to fly. But appearances were the least of her concern. Because this was the third morning in a week that Lesley was going to be late for school.

Eventually, she made it to the designated bus stop. All that training she put in on the running track paid off. She adjusted her tie and smothered down her skirt and blazer. It may be a school uniform but no way was she getting on that bus looking like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Up ahead she could see the distinct bright yellow school bus approaching. Lesley held out her hand and waved it up and...