Galwr oer eto heddiw. Ar ol y preamble arferol, dweudais i (yn y Gymraeg, wrth gwrs): "Sori, dw i ddim yn gallu siarad ar hyn o bryd. Rhaid i mi fynd: mae fy ngŵr yn cael ei fwyta gan llew."
Crogodd i fyny ar ôl y ail tro dwedais i wrtha fo.
Cold caller again today. After the usual preamble, I said (in Welsh, of course): "Sorry, I can't speak at the moment. I have to go: my husband is being eaten by a lion."
He hung up after the second time I told him.
