You are right, Jennifer. I was a very naughty boy at Penhurst. Always in trouble with the staff for being cheeky. Most days I was sent to bed early as punishment for insolence and stubbornness and uncooperativeness. Many staff in the other family groups didn't want their children to play with me, as they regarded me as a natural born rebel and bad influence. Mr. Hughes nearly had to expel on at least one occasion. Nonetheless, when I was an adult, and I use to visit Mr and Mrs Hughes, Superintendent and Matron, after they had retired, they use to mention fond memories of me, so I can't have been that bad. Mind you, absence makes the heart grow fonder.