When I was a kid (and for too long afterwards - she still does this when I visit) my mother would greet me when I came downstairs in the morning with: “I love sleeping through storms, don’t you! The patter of rain on the roof and knowing you’re safe and sound in bed.” It’s a small, sharp sound - usually made when metal or glass touches something. This is one of those words that sounds like it sounds, if you know what I mean. Like when you throw eggs or rotten tomatoes at the visiting politician. The sound of something wet hitting something else. They can fall out of planes, jump off the edges of mountains, survive car crashes, helicopter crashes and bike crashes they can be forced to swim underwater for five minutes and then run 200 metres over burning coals.Īnd after that, they’re just fine, right?
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