I Closes Door and I Never Wants to Open. Ever.

We back in room. I closes door and I never wants to open. Ever.

On Sunday morning we do cleaning quiet-like (Cressida and Antony still in bed; you not creative person if you is worrying at early hour about dustbin bags and if tomatoes and shaggy carpet they now permanent together). Sven he say ‘It is a pity you have not yet had the proper English country experience.’ I say not to worry as we has had enough experiences this weekend, but he say no problem. He take us all to stand outside traditional English public house (drinking place where old men likes to look at you). We is seeing a fox hunt.

I not know why either but I is in England and I must do. Is favourite of HRH Charles and Queen Camilla, so is of very greatest interest. I not know why they cannot hunt for proper size animals and is very eccentric like English. It will not surprise you that they also likes to stand in anorak clothes and make writings about trains at stations all day. I is still explaining the Red Nose Day to Mrs Awale so I think I leave this one for time being.

Sven he explain that the English likes to see fox hunting people on Christmas cards with plenty snow and to cry as this reminds them of days past. I say I only cry because little foxes being killed but he say I not to worry as they not allowed to kill foxes no more and they chasing a sock. So they is still being very eccentric you will be pleased to hear.

There is sound of loud trumpets and men in red clothes on horses and many dogs sniffing us. They has whips and swords and it look like army has arrived and they is coming to arrest us. English people is all raising drink glasses and saying ‘cheers’ and I tells Sven to see if they has caught any socks but he says he cannot see. Sven know so much, I think, and I so little. I know that my friend Kaja's Mart is expert on European guttering but Sven is man who know everything you asking him. I feel it was more needed for her to make sure Mart was right person and have trial period before she committed to buying toasted sandwich maker together.

But then I see Mrs Awale and Ahmed is disappeared. I asks to English people next to us and they say they seen two ethnics run across the fields when fox hunters come. The lady say they look real scared as if they think the men are coming to take them. We is rushing off into countryside. I say to Sven we must ring police but he look at me: I forgets they is illegal people who HRH Queen want arrested. We spends afternoons calling in our loudest voices, until I can call no more and it is dark. But they is nowhere. Only the sound of wild animals doing nasty things once more.

I so cold and cannot get warm and I go back up creaky stairs into bed by myself. I remembering our Estonian proverb. The devil does not always wear boots – he sometimes come bare foot. I think there is always something.