Oh, happy days

Today, I woke to the sound of the cuckoo. Not the Swiss clock kind, but the real thing. Insistent creature, the cuckoo. On and on he went “cuck-oo”, “cuck-oo” (For once, the onomatopoeic name is a precise repetition of the sound made. In Swedish, we call a cuckoo a “gök”, pronounched “yuck”, so we obviously […]

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