Dear Mother,
Mick'sgrandather is still staying with us. He is ninety four now. The first thing he does in the morning is read the newspaper in bed, he looks at the deaths and if his name is not there, he gets up.
Last week he thought he had a hole in his heart but it turned out to be a polo mint in his pyjama pocket.
Mick's sister Mary had a baby this morning. I haven't found out yet whether it was a boy or girl so I dont know whether Mick is an Aunt or an Uncle.
There was a washing machine in the new house when we moved in but it has not been working very well. Last week I put in ten pairs of knickers, pulled the chain and I haven't seen my knickers since.
Mick went to the doctor last week he told him to take a hot glass of orange juice afterh. The doctor says he suffers like his father from alcoholic constipation. It means he cant pass a pub.
It only rained twice last week. First for three days and then for four. The weather has been very bad this week. Monday was so windy that one of the chickens laid the same egg twice.
Your loving daughter