Things I Love: Number Three

Things I love: Number 3 — Thursday 10th Nov ‘26

Click clack click clack. My keyboard is by many standards, loud. I have a big mouse mat underneath it to lessen the noise (it doesn’t help much).

No matter how softly I press the keys, there is a satisfying little click sound when the key gets low enough. It tells me “I am the H key, and I have been pressed”. Some keyboards whisper this to you, some hardly tell you at all, but mine calls it from the heavens. This key has been pressed, and it wants everyone to know about it.

The loudness isn’t why I love the keyboard, though. It’s a byproduct. The clicky switches feel so much nicer to type on, I can never go back!!

This keyboard has been with me for nine years, it’s followed me around the world, through many jobs and many homes. I’ve fallen asleep on it many times, waking up with lines on my face and confusion in my mind. It will follow me to my next home, my next job, to the next place I belong.

Or more likely I’ll have to throw it soon because the ESC key is failing :(

Bye x