Back with the music.

Eldest and I reminiscing about his childhood…..via music.

I really miss our old huge-mungous stereo system. Record player on top. Radio beneath. Cassette player. Equaliser……6 CDs stack CD player. We can pinpoint the year by the music.

Him : That bloody woman called Eddi and a song about Angels. NOT Robbie Williams. You played her all the time. And Annie something. And that bloody Canadian woman too.

:o) I’ve done my job well.

Two things (for me, personally) can bring back a motion/emotion-filled, technicolour moment in time. A Song. A Smell.

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