tipsy - turvy

Early Saturday morning — the thirty-first of August 1954; everything in Susan's bedroom seemed topsy-turvy; nothing this morning was where she thought it was the night before... all the draws of her dressing table were open, and all the contents — she found had changed their whereabouts; also there was more furniture — like a nursing chair with a floral seat placed in the corner under the casement window, and a baby's cot — with a pink mattress; golly gosh... also a new full length mirror — with a bevelled edge; and her favourite pictures — one of her at the seaside wearing her new swimsuit, and the other, she and best friend Sally - dressed in their new school uniform had been taken down, only to be replaced on the wall opposite... she could see a large box — wrapped in brown paper with red ribbons securing it; then mummy and daddy came and went... carrying out things and carrying in other things, each treading softly on the new carpeted floor... morning Susan mummy said... am I getting a surprise, Susan thought to herself.

what if ?