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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