No More Cock-a-Doodle-do-do

No More Cock‑a‑Doddle‑Do‑Do

This is the true, hilarious story of my mum! Set high in the hills at an old converted stone barn, it tells of a loud, proud rooster whose dawn crowing used to ring out across the fields every morning. But one day, after a little too much cider and gin, the noise proved just too much — and mum took matters into her own hands, using the vacuum pipe to try and quieten him down.

What followed was pure comedy: he survived the tumble, but his voice never recovered! Instead of his usual bold cock‑a‑doodle‑do, all he could manage from that day on was a silly, croaky little sound. It’s a warm, playful folk tale based on real farm life and a very memorable mishap — full of charm, humour, and the kind of family story that gets told again and again.