I started the day by going for a swim. I'm swimming as often as I can because I have plans for the summer. I don't want to reveal them because the weather is so awful up to now that they may not be feasible. I did tell my husband and he got worried immediately, so it's probably better to keep quiet. 


Now, in the changing rooms of the fitness club, they play music. All the time. It's on in the pool too, but when you're swimming you can't really hear it. It drives me crazy - so boring,especially rap, and the words are crap. I suppose a strong, repetitive beat might be helpful if you're working out in the gym, but that's another thing that I just can't see any pleasure or satisfaction in. 


 I do seriously hate background music in any case. One of my pet hates is being expected to talk over great music. Either you listen, or you talk. You can't do both. If you talk you have to tune out the music, and if it's good music that's distracting. People wouldn't talk through a film, so why do they think it's OK to talk through Beethoven, even if it is a recording? I can just about peel veg and listen properly, but nothing much more complex than that. 


So number three son has tried very hard to educate me. I can't, of course, say how up to date his musical tastes might be, so those of you who are really well informed might find all this laughably old fashioned. I don't care however - learning to like popular music seems to be too great a challenge.


So, number three son has tried to introduce me to:
Feist, Kim Carnes, Kaiser Chiefs, and others too numerous to mention. Anyway, they didn't make enough impression on me to remember their names. So far, the only ones I have liked are Tinariwen and Tracy Chapman. I love her songs but wish she had a better voice.


So a challenge sort of failed. Still, I have tried.