This is written in the shaky, almost illegible handwriting of someone who taught himself both how to read and write.
Hom iz nat whot I ectpected. Moch, moch beagger thin Orlane. I gaut nervis toaking to thee othirs and I culdn't git thin to Orlane. Insteed, we go to Oakhart. Wee didn't git ani raen gaer an got wet 'caise it raenid the whol wae. Nowe that were her, I can becom a heroe like Ser Wancewo. All thankz to the comptesae.