2025 Day 251

2025 Dedh Dew Cans Üdnek ha Dewgens

De Lün, ethves mis Gwedngala
Monday, 8th September

Pe le ma'n jedh? Gellys ew. Nos ew lebmyn ha nag ew gorfednys genam oll an taclow thera whans dhebm dhe wil. My a gowsas gen nebes Kernôwegoryon e'n mettin. My a wrüg gwary gen an keun. My a fittyas kig yar gen ris ha losow kegin. My a wras avalow ha mor dû bryjys. My a wòlhas trei bern a dhilhas. My amendyas Chaptra Etek a'm daralla. "Fav" henwys ew ev. Gramassy, Davyth, a'th cussül. My a glappyas gen cosin en America ow tòchya story agan teylû. Tho nei oll müscok (bès pur godnyk, heb dout)! Avorow res ew dhebm gorfedna lether nowodhow rag an bagas art.

Where is the day? It's gone. It's night now and I haven't finished all the things I wanted to do. I chatted with some Cornish speakers in the morning. I played with the dogs. I prepared chicken with rice and vegetables. I made stewed apples and blackberries. I washed three heaps of clothes. I edited Chapter Eighteen of my story. It is called "Beans". Thanks, David, for your advice. I talked with a cousin in America about the history of our family. We are all mad (but brilliant, of course)! Tomorrow I must finish a newsletter for the art group.