Dedh Pajar Ügens ha Peswardhek
De Yow, pajwora mis Ebrel
Thursday, 4th April
Dedh covenek ew arta. Meur ras dhe whei, a Vester Taggart. Piw ew Mester Taggart? Surjeon skientel ew ev en Resoghen. Nanj ew whetek bledhen ev a wrüg surjery war ow holon vy ha sawya ow bownas gen gwedhy brâs nowydh. Etho, nag ew bloodh vy bes whetek! Me a wra merwel, drefen nag o vy anvarwel, bes na whath, ma esperans dhebm. Nag ew da genam clojiow. Ma gwelys genam re anodhans. En degolyow Pask, nanj ew teyr bledhen, ow scodh a veu tednys mes a y doll gen agan kei, tednys ha sqwachys. Res veu dhebm gortos e’n clojy en Truru nebes dedhyow. Me a dhemondyas dhe vos delivrys rag agan Demedhyans Owriek! Pask ell bos termyn calish! Me a dalvia kemeres with.
It’s a memorable day again. Thank you, Mr. Taggart. Who is Mr. Taggart? He is a skilled surgeon in Oxford. Sixteen years ago he operated on my heart and saved my life with new blood vessels. So, I am only sixteen years old! I will die, because I am not immortal, but not yet, I hope. I don’t like hospitals. I have seen too many of them. In the Easter holiday, three years ago, my shoulder was pulled out of its socket by our dog, pulled and smashed. I had to stay in the hospital in Truro for several days. I demanded to be discharged for our Golden Wedding! Easter can be a hard time. I should take care.
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