Dedh Cans ha Pemdhek
De Yow, pemp warn ügens mis Ebrel
Thursday, 25th April
Ew da geno whei jebberow chei (lavür tre)? Nag ew? Genam naneyl! Blewek ew, pur vlewek. Re rewys veu agan stiver. Res veu dhebm y deudha, gen padellow a dhowr tòbm – ow còrtos rag an mîk bian, “drip, drip, drip”. Nag eus dowryednow dhort an radyador na moy. Ownys ew ev gen ow broder wheg. Nag eus odhom dhebm a blobmer. Nag o an dohajedh re sqwithüs. Me a gawas e-bost dhort cosin en America. Ev a gavas (drovyas) nebes fotos a veyn cov agan ragadasow. Jôwan trûan a veu ledhys gen bulet en etek cans dew ha trei ügens e’n Bresel Civil. Na wrüg nagonan jammes (besca) trovya y gorf marow. Clarissa o benyn wedhow rag termyn hir.
Do you like housework? No? Me neither! It’s boring, very boring. Our freezer was too iced up. I had to thaw it, with pans of hot water – waiting for the little sound, “drip, drip, drip”. There aren’t any drips from the radiator any more. It’s been mended by my brother-in-law. We don’t need a plumber. The afternoon wasn’t too tiresome. I got an e-mail from a cousin in America. He found some photos of memorials of our ancestors. Poor John was shot (killed by a bullet) in 1862 in the Civil War. Nobody ever found his body. Clarissa was a widow for a long time.
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