Day Hundred and Forty-seven
An Cansves
Dedh Dogans ha Seyth
De Lün, ethves
warn ügens mis Me.
Monday,
28th May.
Mettyn
avarr ew lebmyn ha skith oma whath. Me a gòscas drog de Sadorn dre reson a’n
hager awel. Na wrüga vy còsca da newher naneyl.
It’s
early morning now and I am still tired. I slept badly on Saturday because of
the storm. I did not sleep well last night either.
Ma dhe’n
flehes wydn pâsow drog ha anjei a bâsas a-dhiwedhes e’n nos. Pur holergh o pa
wrüga vy codha en còsk.
The
grandchildren have bad coughs and they coughed late into the night. It was very
late when I fell asleep.
Nena, ken
whegh ar glogh, o mergh wydn a dhifünas. Hei a venja debry tabm brodnyon rag haunsel
ha mires ort tele.
Then,
before six o’clock, my granddaughter woke up. She wanted to eat a bit of
porridge for breakfast and watch TV.
Ma hy
broder o còsca whath. Da via genam còsca magata, saw na ellama.
Her
brother is still sleeping. I should like to sleep as well, but I can’t.
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