Ever since I've been at home with small children there have been occasions when a really loud blast of rock music clears the tensions.
This morning it is Mark Knopfler. A good burst of really loud singing and dancing raises my spirits immeasurably. Thank you for the speakers that don't mind that dear twin.
Some mornings on the school run there would be a gloomy child that would be cheered by choosing their tape (in those days) and we would all sing along.
I do remember one occasion when the kids were a bit older when there was a battle as to the music. After a bit of argy bargy.
'No, it's my car, I'm driving, I'm choosing the music for once'
Elder son puts in his music and turns it on.
I take out the tape and throw it out of the window.
Stunned silence in the car.