I really can't wait until I go back up to uni. I'm really going to celebrate once I'm there and my mum and granddad have left. It will mark the end of the worst summer of my life, although not all the hard work, and not even all the hard decisions, will have been made or done. More joyously it will mark the end of the air that's currently hanging in the relationship between me and my mum.

This is not an ominous thing, it's simply a difference in opinion. As my mum said coming home...