When I get home, the first thing I do is go to the mailbox. I flip through the letters and ads, and that is my daily mail moment.

Apparently, there's a big pile of letters at home for me and my mum said I got a thong in the post,

He wrote these beautiful letters home.

It's something that has always been there, within me. My great-grandfather used to decorate his letters home from the First World War with ornate drawings, so maybe I inherited something from him. I stayed on at school and got art A-Level. It was just something I enjoyed doing, though it wasn't high on my list of potential careers. I was sports-orientated and I saw myself possibly being a PE teacher.

A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it's not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write.

I definitely encourage teachers to send letters home. We also put a form in the Scotland Journal, explaining what the test covers and encouraging a good night's rest for the students.