"A school," Vimes said, looking at Susan, six months there hasn't been a school there at all, the street ended at a grey dull wall, scrawled with various impossible phalluses and blunt Troll graffiti.

"A school," Susan said, as she greeted the new pupils, including Young Sam because despite not being there six months ago, it was now the best school.

Vimes sighed, "Next time get a permit, the traffic is going to bonkers around school drop off time."