Are our kids in good hands?
On a certain Saturday or Sunday in early October each year Britain’s motorways are awash with cars with three people in them ... a middle-aged couple are in the front, in the back an older teenager. They are silent — apart from the steady beat of the ipod headphones. They are surrounded by new pillows and duvets in their plastic covers.
And you, dear reader, have or will no doubt be part of that experience — it’s the student going off to university — and despite looking forward to the experience, perhaps being cavalier about the whole event, not a few of them will be somewhat nervous.