Dear Father,
I have the good news to telly you. On Sunday I visited a English home in the countryside on the skirts of london in Surrey. Anty Alice arranged this and we are very thankfull for her. We was met at the station by the gentleman Mr jonson and we walked passed the houses which are fassened together in the middle like simese twins. They are named semi-attacked and they have gardens with the flowers and the grasses. Some men was mowning on the electrick masheen like the carpet cleaner in the hostel with the long string threw the window. I saw also men was washing the cars with the lava from the soup. No women I saw not, so I think it is the men who work only on the Sundays.
Mr Jonson is about filthy years and he work in a big bank in London and he is computing in the train every day. He wish to work in an other twig of the bank in Surrey because the journey is bad and he tell us he is like a sardeen in the tin. His wife wore the trouser and a big smile - I think he is henpicked. I explain you this animal expression which there are a lot in the English, and it is that she is the boss and he is under her thumbs. She asked me if I like to wash my hands and I was supprised because they was in the gluvs from waterloo. Then she tell me about the toilet so I was understanding.
Mr Jonson was breaking the ice (I explain you before about this) and we were talking soon with freedom and very laxing. But the English do not know about the other countries and mrs jonson asked a student from Thailand about the tigers and lions he saw and he explain he saw them only at london zoo. And when she asked a student from Nigeria if he had been in a car she was amazing when he say he was in the school in london for advancing motorists and he had drove all over the motorways in England. I feel very embrassing for her but she was trying.
The food was all handmade and mrs jonson is a good cooker. I made her the complement and sayed it was like to be at home. She was very pleased and she wished that we go again. I will say again never that the English are not friendly and the food is not good. We was like a family because we are all humane beings with the same fillings but the different skin color.
Your loving son,
Iziz
