Idag har jag en smått galen fredags"feeling", skulle vilja skriva något riktigt roligt här i bloggen. Kommer inte på något eget så jag lånar. De flesta kan ju i alla fall lite engelska, så här skall ni läsa en text som får er, om inte gapskratta, åtminstone dra på mungiporna uppåt. Ha ett skönt veckoslut!
Irlantilaisen äidin kirje pojalleen - den irländske mammans brev till sin son
Just a few lines to let you know I´m still alive. I´m writing this letter slowly because I know you can´t read very fast. You won´t know the house when you come home, we´ve moved.
About your father, he has a lovely new job and has two men under him. The job is cutting the grass at the cementery.
There was a washing machine in the house when we moved in, but it isn´t working too good now. Last week I put fourteen shirts into it, pulled the chain and I haven´t seen them since.
Your sister Mary had a baby this morning. I haven´t found out if it´s a boy or a girl, so I don´t know if you´re an aunt or an uncle.
Your uncle Dick drowned last week in a vat of whisky in a Dublin Brewery. Some of his workmates dived in to save him but he fought them of bravely. We cremated his body and it took three days for the fire to go out.
Your father didn´t have much to drink at Christmas. I put a bottle of castor oil in his beer and it kept him going till New Years Day.
I went to the Doctors on Thursday and your father came with me. The Doctor put a small glass tube in my mouth and told me not to open it for ten minutes. Your father offered to buy it from him.
It only rained twice last week, first for three days and then for four days. Monday it vas so windy that one of our chickens laid the same egg four times.
We had a letter from the undertaker, he said if we don´t pay the last instalment on your Gran within seven days, up she comes.
Your loving mother,
ps. I vas going to send you 10 dollar but I have already sealed the envelope.