Postcard from Upstairs (IP)

Arrived OK.  You’ll be surprised to know they put me in an upstairs room, rather than downstairs.  It’s OK, doesn’t live up to the brochures.  Bit bland.  Not quite sure when I’ll be back.  There’s a waiting list for tickets.  Priority given to the murdered or hospital negligence, fair enough, they’ve got scores to settle.  Us with just a bit of unfinished business have to take our turn.  Apparently you get a better room once you’ve sorted everything.  Don’t say anything to Leonard.  I want to give him a surprise.  I want to give him such a surprise he’ll never recover.  If they don’t send him downstairs there’s no justice.  I know it’s only money, but I worked bloody hard for it, and he’s a conniving bastard.  And a crap forger.  Last minute Will my arse.  You know, I’m saying I’m not among the murdered, but now I come to think of it...

Take care.  I may be back sooner than I thought.

Auntie Sally xx