Dear Mum,Slight
change of plan.I thought I was going to be in here for some six weeks or so before being offered parole, but my best mate Winston has suggested coming out later tonight if I play my cards right.I asked him what he had in place, his other half smuggling in a cake with file,(well, it would explain the bulge in his trousers), but he said his plan was to exploit a hole, somewhere in this very cell.He wept for joy when I told him I was willing to forego any good prison conduct and join him. His chums from D-block are on there way over as I type this, they are all desperate for early release according to Winston.Mum, I must be blessed with good fortune, as the burly men who have now appeared in the doorway are the ones that spend most of recreation time in the showers, presumably to clean off the soil after their excavations.
It must be a tight passage though, as they are now shedding their prison overalls. One has even had the foresight to pinch a catering sized tub of margarine from stores.
Nice boys, always thinking of my health.
Will contact you as soon as I have got free from the prison grounds.
Your slippery son Jack.
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