Tent on Mrs Brewer's so-called lawn,
mostly thistles.
Saturday

Dear Dad, this is Java.
I won't write a lot.
We have packed our stuff*

in a bit of a lather
(some of it's hot.)
It's been rather tough

but since you're our father
we know we need not
say thanks. It's enough

that you promised mother
'you and the triplets could be quiet
here'. Much love

Java

p.s. pick us up as soon as you like, we're completely ready

* our medication, the parakeet, drum kit, karaoke set, sound-surround TV, 47 boxes of mum's unsold novels and her horse.