Apartment 3C, 11 Truleigh Court, February 11th

Dear Mom,
I thought I’d just write you letter to tell you how I’m doing, as it’s quite a long time since I last saw you.
As you can see, I’ve moved, but only to the next apartment. I decided to leave my old apartment; it was really getting much too small for me, and I’m just staying here for the moment while I’m looking for another one. Do you remember Mr. Peters? That real nice and polite old guy who used to live next door to me? Well, he very kindly said I could stay in his apartment while he was away on business. Wasn’ t that nice of him? Unfortunately, he took all his furniture away with him, and for some reason the phone doesn’t work, either. Perhaps he forgot to pay the bill. Now about my work. I decided to leave that job with the oil company and move into the music and entertainment business. I’m having a very interesting time, and ---what do you think? I saw Clive the other week. I took one of my groups down to New Camford to play in his club. Everybody enjoyed themselves very much and asked us to come again.
Well that’s all for now. Look after yourself, Mom. See you soon.

All my love,

John