Dear mum, It was hard to wave goodbye to you when I was leaving to go to plymouth in the school bus, I was in there with a few of my mates which were Tristan, Tyler, Eathen and Reece. We were all evacuated into a house wich was a pub call the Indian inn wich was near Home park (plymouth argyle’s stadium.)          On a sunday morning we would all have to clean the glasse’s ready before the plymouth Argyle match so we can earn a few pennys.And then in the afternoon, we would serve so much beer to all the people ready to watch the mighty greens play there football match. In the evening we would have to get all the drunk people out of the pub wich was so hard it would atleast take us 45 minutes to get them out.Of course we never got to watch Plymouth argyle play a match but we’re saving up our pennys to wathch the Fa cup final to see them play against Manchester united one of the greatest teams of all time.I don’t mind my job but the worst thing is that Miss Karen is the manager of the pub and gives us £2.50p a month.

missing you so much and by the way is dad back Love from Freddie