“WITH THESE new hearing aids, I can now hear as well as Sox.” I tell Richard at the
“She doesn’t hear very well these days, do you Sox?” Sox looks at him quizzically.
Joking apart, they’re a success; walking around a near empty supermarket shortly
after my visit to the audiology department this morning was like experiencing a poem
of sounds, some familiar, others more mysterious, all of them vivid.
Swishing in stereo Crisp crackling Rustles and squeaks Allegro beats
I’m still not sure what all of them were but they included; a family looking through
the bags of sweets, our supermarket trolley, footsteps, squeaky shoes and the swish
Hmm . . . What did you say?
The sound character of an individual supermarket trolley might not be of vital interest
(unless you’re a supermarket trolley repairer) but imagine what it will be like in
spring, when I’m hoping to hear grasshoppers clearly again, the call of a goldcrest
or simply have the pleasure of more precision in the rustling of leaves and the
swishing of grasses.
The idea is that over the coming weeks I’ll learn to filter out some of these strange
new sounds, such as the crunch as I munch a toasted ciabatta or the swish of my hair
as I scratch my head, but I don’t want to filter out too much of the atmospheric
audioscape around me; there’s a wealth of information there that I haven’t been able
to access for at least 20 years.