As I was cooking dinner, my son Jude played Minecraft with his friends in the front room. Frowning, I heard him shouting, ‘No! Do it this way!’ Next minute, his friends all trooped out and Jude stomped to his room to cry his heart out.
This had become common over the past few months. My once laid-back,fun-loving nine year old, who was obsessed with trains and could reel off the names of stations, from our station at Paignton, Devon, to Edinburgh, had become increasingly moody. He flew off the handle at the littlest thing.
The nightmare started in 2010