Winding clocks at my grandmama’s home.
She had a big key for the tall clock at the foot of the stairs.
Whenever I was there and she wound it up, we used to recite Hickety Dickety Dock.
Every time she searched for mice, which of course weren’t there, but I know I was always hoping for a nest.
I was aged 4 when this ritual started, and she passed when I was nine.
Submitted by Louise D.