Day Ninety-three
An Terdhegves
Dedh ha Pajar Ügens
De Merher,
pajwara mis Ebrel. Pednbloodh ew o mab gwydn. Naw bloodh ew ev. Pednbloodh aral
ew ewedh. Nanjew pemdhek bledhen me a veu en clojy (clavjy) en Resòjyon rag
leufvedhegneth. Na wrüg o holon obery et ta. Pana leufvedhek marthys! Otta vy obma hedhyw o
scrifa Kernôwek.
Wednesday,
4th April. It is my grandson’s birthday. He is nine years old. It’s
another anniversary as well. Fifteen years ago I was in hospital in Oxford for surgery.
My heart did not work well. What a marvelous surgeon! Here I am today writing
Cornish.
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