There's a school just down the road from my apartment. Big building, incredible view of the harbour, the land alone must be worth an absolute fortune.

Recently, I've popped home during the middle of the day: once to get back into my apartment after I locked my keys inside that morning, and today just to grab a book I'd forgotten I needed. Both times, as I walked past the school from the train station, there was a hearse parked outside and a solemn funeral party was loading a casket into the back.

I can't help thinking that perhaps discipline at this school is a little harsh.