Dew Cansves
Dedh Pajer Ügens ha Pemdhek
De Meurth,
tryja warn ügens mis Hedra.
Tuesday,
23nd October.
An vergh wydn vy a dheuth
tre hanath (dhort Spayn). Me a vetyas genjy dhort an tren. E veu lies tra dhe
dhegy. Nag ew pell dhe gerdhes dhe hy radnjy. Pub tra a veu oll en composter. Nei a wrüg
egery an daras ha pana derosa! “Pandr’ew an blas drog na?” Ah, soweth! Marow o
an copart rew ha leun ova a losow ha frûtys poder. Piw ew dhe vlamya? Me ew
cablüs! Me a ladhas an brichel gabm diw seythen alebma. En gwella pres, nag era
kig veth e’n stiver.
My granddaughter came home this evening (from Spain).
I met her from the train. There were lots of things to carry. It’s not far to
walk to her flat. Everything was alright. We opened the door and what a
disaster! “What is that bad smell?” Oh dear! The freezer cabinet was switched
off and it was full of rotten vegetables and fruit. Who is guilty? I am guilty!
I switched off the wrong switch two weeks ago. Fortunately, there was no meat
at all in the freezer.
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