An Irish Mother’s Letter To Her Son, Will Tickle Your Funny Bone!

Dear Son,

Just a few lines to let you know that I am still alive. I am writing this letter slowly because I know that you cannot read very fast.

It only rained twice last week. First time was for three days and the second for four.

On Monday the wind blew so hard that one of the chickens laid the same egg four times.

About your father – he has a lovely new job. He now has 500 people under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.

Auntie Peggy has sent you a pair of socks she knitted, she put a third one in because she heard you have grown another foot since she last saw you.

That coat you wanted me to send you; your Auntie Nora said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Your sister, Mary, had a baby this morning. I haven’t found out yet whether it was a boy or a girl, so I don’t know if you are an Uncle or an Aunt.

There was a new style of washing machine in the house when we moved in, but it wasn’t working too good. I put 14 shirts into it last week, pulled the chain and I haven’t seen them since!

You won’t recognise the house anymore when you come home; we moved because your Father read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of home. I won’t be able to send you the address as the last family here took the numbers with them for their next house, so they wouldn’t have to change their address.

Your loving Mother,

PS I was going to send you ten euros, but I have already sealed the envelope.



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