Date: 21 August 2009 12:17:37
There are pili-pala in our garden. When we bake cacen Elder Son usually ends up covered in blawd. He sings about Dau gi bach. And his school jumper is coch.
Mostly I love living in this land and hearing its language. But just occasionally the whole Iaith Pawb thing gets a bit silly.
I went to a client’s office the other day. (And I should add that the client was a government body.) Almost every sign was bilingual. Except one. The exception read, “If you wish to communicate in the medium of Welsh please inform a member of the Facilities Department”. It was in English.