Hello,
Today you are not going to get your regular author back… Tonight.
But, its me, your old friend Oliver. Picked up from boarding school,
and the least drunk of the group of people in the back of a caravan.
While the others debate I have moved to the front to get some peace, to talk to you.
My dear reader, my family have gotten intoxicated.
I am doing fine. Although my eyelids are feeling heavy, after a long term and a long day.
I have not written too you as often as I would like too, for reasons that are not as exciting as I wish they could be.
did I get crippled while on an expedition up in the cairngorms?
Was i attacked by a bear on my way to breakfast?
Sadly it was none of these…
I was just busy doing school work, trudging along in a world where you
‘cannot leave your bubbles’
or, ‘socilise with all of the other kids, just those in your house’
What the hell?
What is the point of school at that point??
I do not think some of these rules make sense.
It has been a difficult first term.
I thought that after we got back, from the summer term (of online classes), we would have
normal school again.
Nope!
You dont need to socilise, as you are going into adolecense and trying to get to know more people
and getting to grow friend groups and circles. That is how you work out who you are and who you want to get to know.
nah, none of that.
By all means, you are allowed to talk to people in the middle of chemestry, with little precaution.
but the moment 12:00 rolls around, and you want to talk to your friend in the cafateria over lunch,
it suddenly becomes more dangerous than an unstable kid throwing glass cups at other students.
Lets move aside the 28th bat flu rant you have read on the internet today, and go on to some more positive stories, because apart from all of the bat flu rules some of school is pretty good.
There was the school festival. This was because we could not go home for a leave out, so school thought we needed something nice.
They were right. It was brilliant, and included *inhale* : two theme park rides, pleanty of free food (including a cotten candy machine), and things like burgers with bacon, although we had to pay for those.
But most importantly of all, zero, and I mean, zero people complaining about social distancing.
I have brilliant memories of going around a ferris wheel, and going around and round a rolicoaster most definately inaproprately named,
Rented out by the school.
There was a nerf gun arena, set up by teachers. Nerf guns!
They just appeared. Who knows where they came from?
But even better, the ice cream van decided to stick around throughout fair.
I love the Icecream van, for the soul energy of a diabetes inducing icecream with four scoops of bubble gum flavor icecream.
Now, apologies for the crap ending, but my eyes are not going to be working soon, and I need to crawl into bed.
PARENTAL NOTE:
Some time later…
I am actually sufficiently sober to string a sentence together, just.
When we collected Oliver we drove down to Aviemore to meet up with Elspeth and her newly-collected daughter. A merry dinner was had in the camper van, and much wine was quaffed.
Oliver, with a massive kindness for which I was more grateful than you can imagine, volunteered to spare me the exhausted chore of writing a diary at the end of a busy day and an excess of celebration.
The results are above.
We have had a hugely busy day, travelling and walking and Christmas shopping and collecting Oliver.
I have attached a photograph of our walk this morning.
I am very happy indeed.
I am also, as you have heard, quite intoxicated.
A bientot.
