Today, having been to my welsh class this morning, I am now at Dad's in Bristol. I am here because one of his 89th birthday presents on Monday was shingles so, as you can imagine, he's not feeling 100%. Not that that stopped him trekking outside in the wind and cold yesterday to battle with the garage doors!
So this afternoon, we are sitting in the living room and he has the television on...
watching a boring war programme on the Yesterday channel. (Oh boy, the producers of that channel have a lot to answer for!)
"I could go back home," I mused aloud, "but the trouble is, the same channel would probably be on there too."
On a positive note, I was able to say to my tutor this morning,
"Y bore ma, dwi'n mynd i Frysti i weld Tad. Mae gynno fo shingles."
My tutor was impressed - "Da iawn!" she said.