Six

Dear Father,

All my fallow students in this hostel (now I spells it right, it is not hostile) are agreeing about the English wether, every morning when I look threw the window I see the black clods on the sky and it is raining the cats and the dogs (this is an other idium).

I am thinking that the English is a such tolerant nation because they must suffer the differents kinds of wether in even one day, so no thing suprize them, all so it gives to them the subject to talk about.

It is in there lifes the most important because on the radio and the TV the coming wether for the next day is spoken before the news of the world.

Now the sky is blue so I must make the corn wile the sun is shining and by one umberella and one raincoat with the cloth prooves is not infected by wet and is dry always. It is called waterproofed. Also I buy one alarming clock because I sleeped over the time and the breakfast was ended and I was very hungary.

I send my worm grittings to all the family from this cold land,

Your devouted son

Iziz

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