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Friday, 29th May
Friday, 29th May
Gordhûher ew solabres ha na worama pele eth an jedh. My a wrüg fyttya nebes boos, tra veth marthys; golhy nebes dilhas, tra veth dres ehen; redya nebes levrow ha paperow, tra veth re hir; gwary gen agan keun, tra veth posigys e'n tòbmder-ma. Nag ew da genam gweythresow chei! Nag eus pictours wheg veth. Ma drog troos dhe gour vy. Na ell ev gwil tra veth. Res ew dhodho bos sedhys gen y droos ûhel. Ma eskis specyal dhodho.
It's evening already and I don't know where the day went. I did some cooking, nothing wonderful; washed some clothes, nothing remarkable; read some books and papers, nothing too long; played with our dogs, nothing stressful in this heat. I don't like housework! There are no nice pictures. My husband has a bad foot. He can't do anything. He has to be seated with his foot high. He has a special shoe.









