Day Seventy-two


An Dhewdhegves Dedh ha Trei ügens

De Merher, an pajerdegves mis Meurth. Hager ew an awel hedhyw; gleb ha gwenjek. Ass ew gorthwedh (contrast)! De o wheg. hedhyw ew gweth. Ma plodn broas aves dhe’n daras rag nei. Res ew dhen doas tre ha moas mes dres an losowjy.
Wednesday, 14th March. Today’s weather is dreadful; wet and windy. What a contrast! Yesterday was nice, today is worse. There is a big puddle outside our front door. We must come in and go out through the conservatory.
Thera visityans dhen dhort agan mab newher. Ev a wrüg obery en fer trad o qwertha gwin fin. Nei a wrüg fittya kidnyow ragtho. Ev a dhros kisten a gor jynjer rag o fednbloodh. E’n mettin ev a gemeras dillas ha daffar baby rag agan mergh wydn. Nena ev eth tre dh’y wreg ha gevellyon yonk. Na alja ev gortos na fella.
We had a visit from our son last night. He’d worked at a trade fair selling fine wine. We prepared dinner for him. He brought a case of ginger beer for my birthday. In the morning he took baby clothes and equipment for our granddaughter. Then he went home to his wife and young twins. He couldn't stay any longer.

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