
I’m on a (much delayed) train from Glasgow to Manchester. Welsh is a bizarre language. I think maybe it isn’t a real language at all. I think someone just grabbed a bunch of tiles from the Scrabble bag.

I’m on a (much delayed) train from Glasgow to Manchester. Welsh is a bizarre language. I think maybe it isn’t a real language at all. I think someone just grabbed a bunch of tiles from the Scrabble bag.
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that is how i make all my words