Day Hundred and Six
An Cansves
Dedh ha Whegh
De Meurth ew, an
seytegves dedh a vis Ebrel. Thera dhen hager awel hedhyw – gleb ha gwenjek. Na
wrüga vy mos mes. Na wrüga vy mos dhe Truru. Na wrüga vy kemeres descans Kernôwek.
Nag era whans dhebm bos derbeudhys. Me a drussas cofer dillas. Res ew dhebm mos
dhe Bow an Sowson avorow rag ancledhyas (encleudhyans) o hôr gottha meurgerys. Na
vedh dyllans avorow. Na wra vy scrifa tra veth.
It’s Tuesday, the 17th
day of April. We had horrible weather today – wet and windy. I didn’t go out. I
didn’t go to Truro. I didn’t take a Cornish lesson. I didn’t want to be soaked.
I packed a suitcase. I have to go to England tomorrow for the funeral of my
beloved elder sister. There will be no publication tomorrow. I won't write anything.
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