A letter from home

Dear Bala
I am writing this letter slowly because I know you can't read fast.
We don't live where we lived when you left home. Your father read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles.
When we moved here, I brought the house number from the old house so our address will remain the same here also.
This place is really nice.
It even has a washing machine above the toilet. I'm not sure it works because last week I put in 3 shirts and pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your aunt Dolly said it will be a little too heavy with all the metal buttons to send by post mail, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.
Your father has a new job. He has 500 people under him. He is cutting grass at the grave yard.
I took Violet to the club's poolside. The manager there is very cheeky. He told her 2-piece swimming suit is not allowed in the club. We were confused as to which piece should we remove?
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out if it is a girl or boy, so I don't know if you are an Auntie or Uncle.
Your uncle Peru, drowned when he fell in a big whisky tank at his work place. We cremated him and he burned for 3 days.
Your best friend Morga, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried at sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.
There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.
P.S: Son, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realised, I had already sealed off this letter.