A MOTHER'S LETTER

A MOTHER'S LETTER

Dear son,
Just a few lines to let you know that I am still alive. I am
writing this slowly because I know that you can't read fast.
You won't the house when you come home, we've moved.

About your father, he's got a lovely new job. He has 500
men under him, he cuts grass at the cemetery. Your
sister Mary had a baby this morning I haven't found
out yet if it's a boy or a girl, so I don't know
if you're an aunt or an uncle.
I went to the doctor's on Thursday and your father came with me.
The doctor put a small tube in my mouth and told me not to talk
for 10 minutes. Your father offered to buy it from him.
Your uncle Patrick drowned last week in a vat of Irish whisky at the Dublin Brewery.
Some of his work mates tried to save him but he fought them off bravely.
They cremated him last week and it took them three days to put the fire out.
It only rained twice this week, first for 3 days, then for 4 days.

We had a letter from the undertaker today. He said if the last payment on your
grandmother's plot wasn't paid in 7 days-up she comes.
Your Loving Mother.

PS I was going to send you £5 but I have already sealed the envelope.