Time and a place
Normally I find classical music about as interesting as a four-hour conversation on the subject of biodiesel storage tanks. In fact, there is only one classical CD in my vast CD collection, and that’s only because it has a part that is used by my favourite soccer team when they run onto the pitch at the start of the game! But the other weekend my hubby and I had gone away for a few days to stay in a caravan by the sea (a very old, married couple thing to do, but it was also very cheap) which had a terrible TV reception AND we hadn’t thought to bring any CDs, thinking we’d be out exploring the whole time. Turns out the weather had other plans and we spent most of the weekend indoors, reading, playing Scrabble and heating tins of soup that we bought from the on-site store for a vastly inflated price.

Rather than sit in silence, we decided to listen to the radio, something I haven’t done for any length of time. It soon became clear that radio stations fell into three distinct categories; “youth” stations which played abysmal X-Factor-style pop, local stations with DJs who loved the sound of their own voice far too much and Classic FM. As the best of a bad bunch, we decided to give the classics a try and it actually turned out to be a great choice. Inane chatter was kept to a minimum, I recognised a lot more of the tunes than I expected (thank heavens for adverts!) and they even played quite a lot of music from film soundtracks, which is, apparently, the ’new'classical music.

It was the perfect soundtrack to a chilled weekend of middle-aged and middle-class activity, and I’ve even found myself listening to the station every now and then since we got back. It suits a chilled-out evening when there’s nothing on TV and the rain is lashing down outside. Oh, and I beat my hubby at Scrabble, in case you were wondering…
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