And different in a good way. The last couple of weeks of term seemed to fly by, certainly. There were no bust-ups, no arguments, no incidents – either in school or out of it – and like the days, which were uniformly warm, dry and sunny, life trundled on entirely without drama. There was still the business of not knowing when Jenson might be returning home, of course, but with his twice-weekly phone calls from his mum to keep him going, even Jenson stopped asking when he might be heading back to her, and in one particularly fanciful moment I wondered if perhaps he felt more settled with his lot, to the extent that he was actually quite happy. He was missing his mum and sister, of course – something would have been badly amiss if he wasn’t – but kids in boarding schools coped with prolonged absence from family, didn’t they? And in America kids Jenson’s age were packed off to summer camp for weeks on end. So was Jenson seeing it like that, perhaps? Like some sort of extended holiday?
