Hello, It’s me, Oliver.
This will be me writing to you, because my mother has a massive headache.
We have just eaten happily within the camper van, after several hours of traveling (most of which I was unconscious).
While I don’t have much to say about today, it has been wonderful. We have eaten several nice things, such as chicken and sausages and meatballs.
We are getting ready for bed with full bellies and happy hopes for the future to come.
It’s going to be weird.
After so many months and months at home I’m going to be going back to school.
It almost like being in a nice warm shower, and then it goes cold all of a sudden.
Thats something to be expected at Gordonstoun however.
However it’s going to be quite an adventure.
It reminds me of one of the tales I told my parents whilst we were eating dinner.
It was in the middle of chemistry class, the student next to me was called up to the board to complete an equation.
But, the fool had left his laptop open. With this in mind, the student that was next to him (not me) had twirled his computer towards him and typed in ‘gay porn’ in the search bar, then after pressing the search key he moved the computer back into place. So that when the boy came back, he would be greeted with a page of ‘educational’ links to explain gay porn. So when he came back, he couldn’t say anything, due to it being in the middle of chemistry class.
No actual porn would show up due to the firewall, however also due to the fire wall it records every search that you do. So now, in the IT department they have a log of that very student having searched up ‘gay porn’ within the middle of chemistry class.
The morale of the story is: ‘don’t leave your computer unattended whilst it is surrounded by teenage boys.’
It’s a small story, but it is one of the adventures that you have whilst at boarding school. With your mates messing around.
It is a shame though, that I have to keep up with the social distancing and keeping away from my mates, I hope that you all feel safe now.
I am looking forward to the new term ahead.
Post script from person with a headache.
Oliver has written this because I am squinting and grumbling until the drugs start to work. We are somewhere in the Scottish highlands, perched on a snowy mountaintop in the middle of more snowy mountaintops. It is very quiet indeed, apart from the gentle humming of the gas, and the occasional ruffle of wind in the heather.
As Oliver has explained, we are full and happy and sleepy, but this is turning out to be very difficult to organise, because thoughtlessly, the Scottish Government has neglected to provide access to the mighty Internet up here in the remote wilderness.
I can’t imagine why. There have been two other cars driven past us since we stopped here at five. All sorts of people might need it, what a serious omission.
It has been a long travelling day. I will write to you tomorrow.
I haven’t taken a picture. Have a picture of Mark.
