Day Hundred and Twenty-three
An Cansves
Dedh Trei warn Ügens
De Gwener,
pajwora mis Me. Nag eus bes peder mynysen a’n jorna ma gerys. Pe le wrüga va
moas? Me a gerdhes adro dhe’n lowarth – gen Maddie (an kei) – ha gen caletter
broas (drefen boas galar dhe’n troos vy). Me a dednas emann nebes whenen ha
gwels hir dhe rei dhe’n cònidnas. Me a lanhas
cawal an cònidnas ha gorra scobmow predn ha gorra nowydh etto. Me a fittyas
prejyow ha golhy fraukys. Me a fônyas o mergh wydn (ma hei chei lebmyn). Me a
viras ort pellwolok. Eus nekevys neb tra genam? Dres lycklod. An jorna a
dremenas.
Friday,
4th May. There are only four minutes of this day left. Where did it
go? I walked round the garden – with Maddie (the dog) – and with great
difficulty (because my foot hurt). I pulled up some weeds and long grass to give
to the rabbits. I cleaned the rabbits’ cage and put wood chips and new hay in
it. I cooked meals and washed jumpers. I phoned my granddaughter (she’s home
now). I watched TV. Have I forgotten something? Probably. The day passed.
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