Day Twenty-two

An Nessa Dedh Warn Ügens

De Meurth ew, an tryja warn ügensves a vis Genver. Pedn bloodh o noyth (nith) ew.  Me a dhavonas carten dhedhy ha me a fonyas. Soweth, nag üjy hei en Kernow.

It’s Tuesday, the 23^rd January. It is my niece’s birthday. I sent her a card and I phoned. Sadly, she is not in Cornwall.

Cas ew genam glaw. Cas ew genam prei (leys)! Ma prei e’n vownder. Ma prei et agan garth. Treylys dhe brei ew an glesin. Ma prei en pub le aves dhe’n chei.  

I hate rain. I hate mud! There is mud in the lane. There is mud in our yard. The lawn is turned to mud. Mud is everywhere outside the house.

Soweth, ma prei e’n chei ewedh. Ma prei war agan skijyow. Nei a ell rutya agan dewdrus (treys) nei war strel po gara agan skijyow reb an daras (kenth o nei pedn scàv) .

Sadly, there is mud in the house as well. There is mud on our shoes. We can wipe our feet on a mat or leave our shoes by the door (although we are forgetful).

Ma prei war dreys an kei (ha thew hei best pajar trosek) ha war hy blew. Nag üjy hei o rutya hy threys. Ma hei o kerres (kerdhes) dres oll an leur ha gorwedha warnodho ha gara merkys leyjek broas.

There is mud on the dog’s feet (and she is a four footed animal) and on her fur. She does not wipe her feet. She walks all over the floor and lies down on it and leaves big muddy marks.