Day Hundred and Twenty-two

An Cansves Dedh Dew warn Ügens

De Yow ew, an tryja dedh a vis Me. Nag era glaw veth, en gwella pres. Me eth dhe’n clojy arta. Fortüdnyes o vy – me alja kerres dhe’n dre. Nebes ownys ew o gwewen vrewys – nag o vy heb galar veth, bes me alja gorra an eyl troos derag y gila. Me a welas o mergh wydn arta. Moy lôwen o hei – nebes le melen ew hy mab. Nag eus odhom na moy a wolow blou. Martesen anjei ell moas tre avorow – kens pedn an seythen.

It’s Thursday, the third day of May. There wasn’t any rain, fortunately. I went to the hospital again. I was lucky – I could walk to the village. My bruised heal was slightly mended – I wasn’t without any pain at all, but I could put one foot in front of the other. I saw my granddaughter again. She was happier – her son is less yellow. There is no more need of blue light. Perhaps they can go home tomorrow – before the end of the week.