Dear Uncle John,
Thought you might like to know I've got meself a situation. Going to be an assistant manager at the Den, over at [address]. You're allowed in occasionally, but won't be able to give you any drinks unless you give us the money for them, I'm afraid. Can't bloody smoke in the place either, but I'm gathering that's the whole state? What
is the world coming to?
But yeah, got myself a job, figure I'll be haunting this place for a bit now. Ring me sometime, we'll do lunch. Stay safe, you - people tell me this place goes barmy from time to time.
Your Gem