School transport by Supernanny

I knew things were going to be different in Devon partly by the personal service we received on the school bus. To me, school bus resonates of rowdy children, displeased drivers, illicit backseat activity, (obviously I am well qualified to judge having been in boarding school myself from age 7). So on Day One of New Term the children were dispatched to the bus bearing shiny new transport passes, clear instructions on rules and regulations ..everything bar a sign round their neck saying "if found please return to Moorglow". Waiting nervously at the bottom of our hill, the Bus arrived in the form of a taxi for five children. The driver, Albert, looked slightly perplexed as the transport passes were thrust eagerly at him, being rightly convinced that as he was only transporting five children he might notice if there was a stowaway.
When the children were returned to Moorglow by Albert at the end of Day One at the New School, he delivered a message to me via Gran from the Headteacher about how well their first day had gone...and that has set the tone for future interactions. Albert has since advised us on the potential of child number one as a singer (he should know, he gets her singing at him twice a day, every day), has refereed arguments between farty boys, gathered up shingle shoes, PE kit, school books, and delivered the children direct to the door in the rain.
He was most displeased when he heard that my children were arguing so much in the morning that they were separated and parked at Breakfast Club one at a time by their father. Later that week, they were returned to me at the end of the day by Albert saying "I've spoken to the children, and I don't think they'll be arguing in the mornings again". And they bloody haven't. Every other time of the day, but not mornings. I have no idea what he said to them, but he achieved in one short taxi ride more than the wit of me could manage, so now I call him Supernanny.
And when they go to secondary school, I believe that there is a driver who brings his Mum along to sit with the children...and she has a fearsome reputation. I can't wait.