My son doesn’t talk about school at all, and has become so gymnastically adept at evading our interrogations that we get almost all of our information through other means. Some of this is through official channels, not least the emails the school sends us.
I say ‘us’, but the emails all go to his mum, which is unfortunate. Despite her many other admirable qualities, my wife has a tendency to let these pile up in her inbox, whereupon she sends them to me in clumps of five or six, by which time they may date from any time in the past month.
