De Lün, pajwara warn ügens mis Efan
Monday, 24th June
Golowan ew. Thew gool Jowan Baptist. Soweth, nag eus termyn lowr dhebm rag degol veth. My a dravalyas tre oll an jorna – kerdh hir dhe savla tren, trei tren deffrans (onan delatys ha re leun dre reson a dhifyk tren moy a-bres), nena kyttrin ha kerdh hir moy. Ow mergh a dheuth òja hedna gans hy bestes chei. Ma hei ow mos avorow rag degol. Hy mergh, ow mergh wydn, a vedn gwitha an cathes, saw nag eus whans dhedhy a’n keun (an eyl brâs ha coth, hag y gila bian ha yonk). Ha, dres ehen, cas ew gensy logas brâs. Etho, otta vy, ôstes en ostel rag bestes.
It’s Midsummer. It is the feast of John the Baptist. Sadly, I do not have enough time for any holiday. I traveled home all day – a long walk to a train station, three different trains (one delayed and too full because of a failure of an earlier train), then a bus and another long walk. My daughter came after that with her pets. She’s going on holiday tomorrow. Her daughter, my granddaughter, will look after the cats, but she does not want the dogs (one large and old, and the other small and young). And she particularly hates rats. So, behold me, a landlady in a hotel for animals.
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