2024 Dedh Üdnek
De Yow, üdnegves mis Genver
Thursday, 11th January
E'n mettin my a glowas son trònk-carr e'n pelder. My a glowas an jynn ha son rag mos wardhelher. Thera vy ow còrtos livreson grow rag ow arres garow. Bes an vôwnder ew ydn ha'n trònk-carr o re ledan. Ev alja drehedhes yet agan kentrevoges, saw na alja ev treylya torn. Gen crana brâs ev a dhiscargas ow trei sagh a veyn war splatt an gentrevoges. Res ew dhodhans gòrtos. Nei a res kemeres an seher an vôwnder a-hes bys e'n yet agan hònan de Sadorn. Ma'n arres ow còrtos.
In the morning I heard the sound of a lorry in the distance. I heard the engine and a reversing signal. I was waiting for a delivery of gravel for my rough driveway. But the lane is narrow and the lorry was too wide. It could reach our neighbour's gate, but it could not turn a bend. With a big crane it off-loaded my three bags of stones onto the neighbour's patch of land. They must wait. We must take the bags along the lane to our own gate on Saturday. The drive is waiting.
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