When I was about 10, I'd been out playing with friends. And had had an argument the substance of which escapes me 20 30 ok 37 years later.
Came home in tears. This was unusual. Mum figured she couldn't make things better, but plainly so wanted to.
So she went to the Music Centre and put on a record (I don't recall her ever doing this ever in any other circumstance). It was my Wurzels LP. Which I loved. She was just trying to do something that made me happy..
Anyone else have comparable memories? I really hope in X years my kids will have their own versions...
A disclaimer.
I'm out in Covent Garden, and two drinks down, and inclined to mawkish reminiscence...