On Thursday, during registration,  one boy brought me a laminated picture of a bird from home.

Lovely, thank you. What kind of bird is it?’

He smiled.

‘It’s a partridge…for your pear tree.’

‘My what?’

‘Your pear tree!’

All morning I racked my brains. My pear tree? Have I made some reference to owning a pear tree? I have no pear tree. Turns out that, ‘I love poetry’ had been misheard and had become, ‘I love my pear tree.’ I am now the proud owner of a laminated partridge.