Such stuff as dreams

Mae'r clociau wedi newid, mae'r tywydd yn mynd yn oer, mae'r amser yn troi ac rydyn ni'n croesawi'r gaeaf eto. Cawson ni plant ar y drws neithiwr, yn gwisgo fel gwrachod a fel marwolaeth. Yn ffodus roeddwn ni'n gallu llwgrwobrwyo nhw gyda siocled ac felly dyn ni'n byw am flwyddyn arall.

(llwgrwobrwyo = to bribe. llwgr=corrupt, gwobr=reward or prize.  Hence 'corrupt reward' = bribe)


The clocks have changed, the weather is getting cold, the time is turning and we welcome the winter again. We had children at the door last night, dressed as witches and as death. Fortunately we were able to bribe them with chocolate and so we live for another year.

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For some reason (probably the aerial)  this put me in mind of this snippet of Shakespeare.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,  / As I foretold you, were all spirits and / Are melted into air, into thin air: / And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,  / The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, / The solemn temples, the great globe itself, / Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve / And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, / Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff / As dreams are made on, and our little life /
Is rounded with a sleep.
-- William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1
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