Paisley: “We are sick of rain now.”

The Royal Alexandra Infirmary, Paisley,Scotland

My Dear Mother

Just a line to say that I received your letter this morning. I wrote to you the day I got your parcel, but you could hardly have it at the time you wrote this. I received your parcel all right, and many thanks for what you sent. Perhaps some day I may be able to repay you. Well my hand is going on all right, but it will be some time before its better. But I am all right here. I have nothing to complain of. They are all so very good to us. You might tell Annie I want her to write a line to me soon. I have not heard from her for a long time.

How is Jimmy getting on. I see some account of there being no 12th this year. Tell Jimmy not to wear all the light boots out to I get home as I am tired carrying those heavy ones about, and I will be glad to get them off for a couple of days. You can tell him I said that I will exchange him when I go home. He might also write and let me know how things are going on. The weather is keeping wet here now. I only wish it would clear up. As we are about sick of rain now. I hope it is fine when I get home. No more at present. Hoping this will find yourself and all at home in good health.

I remain
Your Loving Son

John Adams