 Hey sis, everyone's missing you back home. Hope you're getting on great. Heard the lads are fit out there. Poor John O'Shea is missing me at home. He's single now. So I'm in the pub, sussing me out, but he's looking for you. Poor Shep is at home, trying to catch all the airplanes, tinking it to you. God bless him. Man's even painting the whole house ready for your arrival. He better come home soon. Notting much else happening, I'm just sitting having a cup of Barry's tea. A bit different from New York, I bet. Lots of love, Angie.