Dear Professor Salima Ikram,

That distracting rabble behind the secret door at Hoxton Street Monster Supplies are celebrating an event called National Writing Day today.

They have encouraged mini humans to write a piece of Fan Mail to someone or something they admire. I saw their post-it note ideas and my thoughts turned to you. So I have decided to put quill to parchment and reach out to you via our Post Mortem delivery service.

My name is Lapis Seti. You won't, I think, know me, but I know all about you!

I wanted to write and thank you for the care you and your colleagues put into the move of my ancestors to their new home at the National Museum of Egyptian Civilisation. The Pharaohs' Golden Parade was a lovely touch, even if a few of the mummies weren't very happy it proceeded in chronological order. Some of them might still be turning in their sarcophagi... It's always difficult, when you are a king or a queen, having to wait in turn for other kings and queens. It's probably why we only have one or two at most at a time.

As a princess in the quieter Osiris Museum, I wasn't part of the parade, but I and my cat Bast got to watch, hidden in the crowds. It was lovely to see the fanfare, the actors, the music. There were even stalls with my favourite food, figs drizzled in honey. It was like being in Egypt in its heyday, or in my-day!

It was very kind that the roads were freshly paved to allow everyone a smooth ride. Essential, for the more delicate pharaohs, like my great, great (another thirty-seven times) great uncle, Seqenenre Taa II. He doesn't travel very well these days, or years, or centuries, so it was good to see him looked after.

Most of all, I wanted to thank you for watching out for the curses. As Professor of Egyptology, you know that most of them are nonsense, and none of us would be where we are today if anyone paid that much attention to them. But that doesn't mean we don't get our noses put out of joint (literally, in Uncle Seqenenre's case) if people are cruel and make fun of them.

It meant a lot to see the traditions upheld, to see offerings made to Anubis and Osiris and even Bast (not my cat! The Goddess. Though Bast says she is part Goddess, and I have to believe her after what happened to me). I'm sure it meant just as much to all the Kings and Queens as they settle into their new home.

So alf shokr, Salima - many thanks. And hopefully, no-one will have to move again for at least a couple more centuries. The change of address cards are endless!

In admiration for eternity,

Lapis