The chatter of the Cuckoo, the tap, tap of the Woodpecker as I walk the footpath and the lanes.
Bang goes a car door; a sheep went Baa off to my left. The ding of the church bell, the dong of the clock on the hour and the buzzing of a bee went by my ear. I listen as these everyday sounds and onomatopoeic words cover the whoosh of the tinnitus in my left ear.
I love words and I love onomatopoeic words in particular as I often recite the nonsense poem by Spike Milligan a favourite comedic writer from my youth. I’ve re-printed it at the base of this piece because it is so funny and even more so when I picture him reciting it with his trademark grin. Spike was a member of the Goons troupe of comedians along with another great, Peter Sellers.
It was my turn to babysit our granddaughter while my son went to collect his football team’s kit from the laundry and take it to the changing rooms and stay for the Sunday game.
My dog goes woof, at a knock on my door, then followed by the tip, tap of my granddaughter on the glass. I let them in with a squish of air from the door and close it behind with a rattle against the frame. Summer loves dressing up and always dives into her Gran’s wardrobe. I laugh as she click-clacks past in her gran’s kitten heels across the floor and heads for the backyard to read in the warm.
