Day Two Hundred and Twenty-four
Dew Cansves
Dedh Pajer warn Ügens
De Lün, terdhegves mis Est.
Monday, 13th August.
Dew flogh
wydn bian a dhabras ly gena nei. Nena, “A Vamm Wynn, gwra gwary shoppas genen!”
Me a faynyas dhe berna o livrow ha
liwyow o honan. Òja ly agan mergh a dhros an sygednow keun. Hei a’s cavas et hy
sagh. Hei a gemeras hy fleghes hag hy kei bian dhe ves. Hedna a ros dhebm
termyn lowr dhe argrafa ügens dasscrif a’n lether nowodhow vy. Me a scrifas
trigvaow, tackyas stompys ha postyas anjei dhe esely o bagas art.
Two small
grandchildren ate lunch with us. Then, “Nanny, play shops with us!” I pretended
to buy my own books and paints. After lunch our daughter brought the dogs’ leads.
She found them in her bag. She took her children and her little dog away. That
gave me enough time to print twenty copies of my newsletter. I addressed envelopes,
stuck on stamps and posted them to members of my art group.
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