A letter from a Irish Mother

I fount a letter between older books in a old building in Dublin, I want to share the letter with you...

Dear 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 fast. You won't know the house when  you get home - we have moved.

about your father- he has a lovely new job. He has 500 men under him- he cuts the grass at the cemetery. There was a washing machine at the new house when we moved in, but it hasn't  been working too good. Last week I put in 14 shirts pulled the chain and haven't seen the shirts since.
Your sister Mary had a baby this morning but haven't found out if its a boy or or a girl, so I don't know whether you are an aunt or an uncle.
Your uncle Patrick drowned last week in a vat of whiskey in the Dublin Drewery. Some of his work mates tried to save him, but he fought them off bravely. They cremated him and it took three days to put out the fire.

Its only rained twice this week. first for three  days and then for four days. Monday was so windy one of the chickens laid the same egg four times.

We had a letter from the undertaker. He said if the last payment on your Grandmother's plot wasn't paid in seven days -Up she comes.

Your loving Mother.

PS. I was going to send you ten Euros, but I had already sealed the envelope.