Dear Joe,
Hope things are OK with you. The doctor came yesterday. I told him, well, I don't like my cough either. Believe me, I'm fed up with it. I have been lying in bed looking at the ceiling since Tuesday, and I don’t know what’s happening to me. And the weather’s terrible. It has been raining all day, and I can’t even have a cup of tea to cheer myself up, because the milkman didn’t come this morning.
Alice got married last week, so now all Mary's kids have left home. She won’t know what to do with herself, will she? Lucy Watson just moved to Doncaster. Since Fred died, she has been all alone. It was a heart attack, apparently. I’m sorry she is - she has always been friendly and ready to help.
Do you remember Maggie? Next month, she is going to Australia to visit her sister, whom she has not seen for fifteen years. She has booked her flight, so she will fly to Canberra on 31st May. Maggie is very excited because this time next month, she will be beginning her adventure on the other side of the world. She hopes she will have visited lots of fascinating places by the time her holidays are over.
No more news. Write when you’ve got the time.
Love,
Emma