Last night I did something that I have been thinking about for some time: took out our record player and put on some vinyl.  The response was remarkable in all sorts of ways.  I opened up with a Shirley Bassey L P and Maureen became our in house ‘Songbird’.  A title we have bestowed on Maeve, one of our grandchildren, for her efforts on YouTube.

Our dining room became a music studio for an hour or so, and opened up so many new paths on this journey.  We had such a lovely time last night, and yes we sneaked in a dance or two, that it’s going to be a fixed feast for a while.  So first of all playing records will be a pleasant time filler as the nights draw in.  Then there are so many things we can build in around our music sessions.  With the right music the scene is set to move on the rumba  front: strictly in time to the right music.  Yet there is far more to come than dancing, following our chat early this morning.

Maureen decided that she needed a cuppa at 2,30 this morning.  She popped downstairs and returned shortly afterwards upset that no-one else was around.  Just to repay her kindness in waking me up; an hour later I opened the debate on the way forward with vinyl.

We have come up with lots of things we can do in the evening with background music on.  First of all we need to sort out our record collection, to remind ouselves of the depth of music on hand.  Several wild ideas are on the cards including seeking an old fashioned radiogram, to remind Maureen of her ‘mispent youth’.  So it’s going to be ‘Music While You Work’ once gain for Maureen –  our in house version of: ‘Reminiscing Therapy’ or ‘Singing For The Brain’.  It’s DIY once again for us, as Maureen simply does not want to go along to activities sponsored by the local Memory Service.