On Thursday I was very excited to discover that my children’s picture book It Takes Two to T’wit Twoo was read on the BBC children’s programme Cbeebies Bedtime Story, by Isla Fisher. It was a complete surprise – my cousin told me about it when she was watching with her daughter. It’s still available on iPlayer and you can see it here for the next 27 days. I love the way they’ve added sound effects and animated some of the illustrations (by Guiliano Ferri).
The book was published in 2012 after being signed by Hinkler Books in 2010 for their Bonney Press series of picture books. It was the first time I’d been published as an author, and they signed two of my stories at once, the other being Robles’ Rain Dance, which I’d written several years before.
The inspiration for the story came indirectly from another BBC programme –Springwatch. Myself and a fellow bird-loving friend were discussing having seen an episode about how tawny owls call to one another. They explained that ‘t’wit t’woo’ is actually the sound of two separate owls, not one. On the way home, my husband and I were engaging in some motorway boredom banter, and I said: ‘It takes two to t’wit t’woo’, and the title had presented itself. I’m always on the lookout for potential titles, and many have come from daft casual conversations and a tendency to mess around with words.
The male owl in my book is called Albert, named after my grandfather who died when I was six. I don’t remember much about him other than that he always had a bad chest, and held the teapot very high when pouring a cup of Yorkshire tea. He came from Fulham, and rumour has it that he once played for Charlton Athletic. Football didn’t pay enough, so he became a heating engineer and moved to the Northeast where he met my gran at a Labour Party rally in Darlington. So, if you’re reading the book aloud, a cockney accent will do very nicely for the twoo-ing and a Teeside accent for the twit-ing.
Sadly, I’ve never heard ‘t’wit tw’oo’ all at once in the wild myself, mostly only a t’woo. That must have been an Albert searching for an Olive, who was too far away for me to hear.