You will be pleased to know that the bus, complete with new battery thanks to a Good Samaritan with black-grease-stained hands called Phil, performed admirably for the week of camp, taking 20 teenagers at a time to and from electives. "Performed admirably" in this case involves the bus shuddering and shaking along the road while roasting its sweaty, red-faced passengers and melting Mr de Elba's Thankyou Chocolate which was given by the camp leaders to thank him for driving the "Bucket 'o' Bolts" all week without once uttering a bad word.
The only Bus Incident that occurred while actually on camp was this:
The bus ran over our Family Sunscreen. But it was still useable despite the bottle being squashed flatter than it was, the lid being blown off and, I suspect, a good amount of sunscreen being splattered all over the road.
And that's the end of The Bus Story. How underwhelming.
How tropical, how fun, how happy does "The Pineapple Room" sound? How disappointing to see it already had a name, heralded by the sign on the door which could be clearly seen in the light of day: