Having said that, I thought that I do speak rather loud and clear. I haven’t always, but Kenny was quite deaf and I soon learned to speak up so that he could hear me. And my mother suffered from tinnitus – she had acute hearing in fact (and any time anything was said behind her back, quietly, she picked it up word for word) but its clarity was masked by white noise.
I find it sad that clarity of hearing diminishes as I get older. I’m in reasonably good nick but there’s no climbing back up the slope, though it isn’t yet relentlessly slippery. I’ve always taken care of my hearing, keeping out of too much noise and I’ve been known to take earplugs along if I expect a concert to be particularly loud. I do listen to music with headphones but not for too long at a time and I keep the volume low. All the same, although I don’t have tinnitus thank goodness, I don’t have the keen hearing that I used to appreciate. I’ll never hear another bat, that’s for sure. Though the bluebottle flying around in the room right now is quite annoying.