Day Two Hundred and Seventeen
Dew Cansves
Dedh ha Seytek
De Lün ew, an wheffes dedh a vis Est.
It’s Monday, the 6th
day of August.
“A Vamm
Wynn, ellesta gweres dhebm? Na vedn an baby cosca ha na ellama gwil traveth.”
Etho me eth dhe’n dre ha golhy an listry, glanhe an gegin ha fittya boos. Nei a
gerdhas dhe’n gorvarhas. Na wrüg an baby cosca whath. Ha, soweth, thera bond
ros platt moy dhe’n gwily ros. Thera spern etto.
“Nanny,
can you help me? The baby won’t sleep and I can’t do anything.” So, I went to
town and did the washing up, cleaned the kitchen and did some cooking. We
walked to the supermarket. The baby still didn’t sleep. And, sadly, the pram had
another flat tyre. There was a thorn in it.
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