When we had teenagers the house would reverberate to the sound of music of many different styles, often all at the same time. ‘Turn it down’ was the oft-heard cry from adults with pounding heads. The volume would be lowered for a while but gradually the decibels would increase, each teen intent on drowning their siblings’ favoured music, convinced their chosen group/band/ensemble would gain the ascendant. How they are not all now deaf from the resulting cacophony is a mystery.
Susannah works from home and often has work calls at the time that Frankie arrives home from school, so he comes to our house and she collects him when she’s free. On Wednesday, Frankie has a maths tuition Skype call, which he always complains about but thoroughly enjoys, acknowledging that his tutor is really helping him to understand concepts that have been covered, sometimes sketchily, at school.
It’s reasonably quiet in our house. Occasionally, the cats yowl or the dogs bark or a door bangs. Today, Frankie was partway through his lesson while we were in the sitting room listening to Queen. There came a knock at the door and Frankie appeared.
‘Please could you turn the music down?’ he asked politely.
We felt suitably chastened by our ten-year-old grandson. Perhaps we’re the ones who are deaf!
The only loud music I tolerate now is that of my own choosing.
ReplyDeleteLikewise.
DeleteSame as Andrew mostly, my choice over the neighbours, but I still like some of the music I hear at the twins house and they like it too. They both turn and watch the speaker when a favourite song is heard. I like Bohemian Rhapsody.
ReplyDeleteI don't like music blaring out from passing cars, either.
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny. How nice of him to be so very polite about it! xx
ReplyDeleteYes, he was very sweet.
DeleteI had only one son, but our house was always open. So sometimes there was a bunch of youngsters in his room (the only rule was to take the shoes off) The advantage was, I could send them home ! Unfortunately he didn't listen to Queen, but to Bob Marley !!
ReplyDeleteI sympathise, Ingrid. I'm not keen on Bab Marley, either!
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DeleteNone of my children listened to pop music, as far as I can recall. Certainly not loudly. Very funny about your grandson, though!
ReplyDeleteYou were spared! Today children listen to whatever they listen to on their 'phones, iPads, often with headphones.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great grandson ... loved this post - such a joy to read ... and a song I enjoy - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hilary :-)
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious! I'm guilty of listening to my music at max volume too and get told to turn it down by my own children! Queen is best when it reverberates in your head.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad we're not the only ones!
ReplyDeleteWe live on a busy road, and many times the young ones blare their music and rattle our walls. I remember when my two were at home and they were always in contention with their father to see who could blast the volumes the loudest. Glad to have some peace and quiet these days...and then the young great grandsons arrive, outshouting one another.
ReplyDeleteIt's the price we pay for having a family, ever-growing!
ReplyDeleteBut Queen NEEDS to be loud!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, though, your grandson demonstrated excellent manners.
Thank you, Jenny. He is very well-mannered, which makes up for a lot . . .
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