The letter was finally ripped open. It had been like a beacon on the sideboard since it was put there along with the others that morning. The longer it sat there the more of a presence it seemed to have. It was now like the hole that the others were creating in the house was now getting bigger. It felt like that one extra letter was going to have the house crumbling down. It was time to take control. The mess that these letter represented needed to be sorted, one way or another. Things needed to get back on some sort of even keel. It was last letter, today’s that had been the final straw. The red letters that were plastered across the envelope were ones that needed to be taken seriously and it was all going to get sorted. There was money in the account now to sort it. Time to move on away from the past and start looking to the future.