My uncle is in a twilight home for the seriously demented and he'll never be coming back from the place he's in even if he could find the ******* way.
"Dear Edna" (my uncle wrote) "I am feeling low today mainly because of the diarrheoa I have had for the past week although how you could get the runs from eating pre-mashed milk pudding is a ******* mystery to yours truly I blame the African chef I don't think he washes his hands after he drops a log or two.
"It has been so long since your Auntie Linda passed over to what may be a better place than here because it could hardly be worse what with the bedbugs and the Asian nurse who keeps making me use a bedpan in public as a punishment for wetting the bed.
"To be frank with you though, sometimes I can't remember what I did yesterday or tomorrow either but on other days everything is clear and I think there is a Chinaman hiding in my bedside cabinet and I am worried he might be some sort of homosexualist after my ******* especially after my weekly bath when it's relatively fresh.
"And, my dear niece (if that's who you are I am not two hundred percent sure at the moment), I don't think I got my breakfast today again what a ****** surprise but at least I won't have the runs again it's because the Filipino nurses are eating it my breakfast I mean not the other stuff.
"Your auntie my dear late wife was a truly gentle soul and I am sure she is the only woman I have ever truly loved the others were just a bit of spare how's-your-father even though she could be very trying at times and I remember once she bit someone from the social security services when they tried to help her up off the kitchen floor after one of her attacks she thought he was trying to cop a quick feel-up below the waistline on the sly."
There's a rather nasty splodge on the paper at this juncture, it looks like Uncle Bert coughed up a lump of something or other semi-terminal.
*"I've been thinking it over about the nurse who stole my breakfast and I might be mistaken. I think it's quite possible she could be Romanian now that we are in the European Union there's a lot of funny people about and they're taking over everything you can't get Wagon Wheels in the tuckshop any more only some beetroot flavoured biscuits.
"I am very worried one fine day I shall wake up and not remember all the happy times about my long years with my dear late wife whose name eludes me for the moment but I am still worried about the carpet slipper and breakfast thieves round here.
"I fancied a nice piece of boiled salmon for lunch today but it will be fish fingers once more this Friday not that there's any catholics in here and the staff are muslims in any case and don't these people know fishes don't have fingers, but flippers and fins not that I'd eat a fin but that's another country in the European Union I think or it might be Frinton-on- Sea where I think I once got a bit of outdoor legover action.
"I wouldn't mind dying but I am scared to do it just yet because I think I have lost my faith in baby Jesus in fact I can't remember who she is even and I hope my Linda (I remembered her name now) will have gone to heaven in spite of biting that health worker when he goosed her the thought of going to heaven and she's not there would be ******* dreadful as I fancy a bit of the other.
"I think I can hear someone in the next ward singing obscene songs in a wavering voice with a la-la-la for the forgotten words but remembering all the good bits the bits they miss out of the Daily Mail.
"Where in God's name is my lunch and who has got my slippers how many times must I ask and where is my bedpan when I need it? Can you bring me one, Edna, it would be nice to have a bedpan all to myself as I hate sharing one with Mr Ali as his son keeps sending him cold takeaway curries which means his motions are very strong indeed Love from your uncle Bert. PS I will put you back in my will if you come up with that bedpan."