But yes. it would be a life without release, joy, inspiration and generally all things good in the world today. It transcends races, its timeless, it’s always evolving and its vibration. Everyone likes music or noise in some form or another. Hell, if can whistle you’ve got your own jukebox. But joking aside I can’t see my life without it.
I have quite a varied taste in my musical affairs. To me its sitting in a room, my headphones on, lights out listening and being moved by the sounds I hear. I can be doing the dishes but suddenly I’m live and in front of an audience singing Rebel Yell or at Wembley with Queen, stood next to Freddy belting hit after hit. It transports you to wherever you want to go in the universe.
For this reason, the kids have had premium Spotify accounts since they were 5, adding music to it, creating play lists and last FM accounts. We even altered bedtime rules based on it. Always allowed them access to it for an hour after their bedtime if they wanted to listen to something and sleep. That they didn’t have to hide behind swearing in songs because that would ruin the effect or issue being sang about. With Ben being 11 and Suzi 13, they have quite a few good playlists that we share amongst ourselves. Each carving their own little way into the different genres.
I have it on. Constantly. Not just for mental health but it massively effects that as well. It has the power to lift you out of the crap you are trapped in and dump you inside this cozy little snug of warmth and understanding.
The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the living room. The family was gathered around, sipping hot chocolate and talking. The kids were playing with their new toys, and the adults were laughing and talking about their plans for the next day.
It was Christmas Eve, and the house was filled with the warmth of the season. The smell of cookies baking in the oven wafted through the air, and the sound of Christmas carols playing in the background filled the house with cheer.
This was one of the few times of year when the whole family was together, and they were all enjoying each other’s company. The kids were excited about Santa Claus coming, and the adults were just happy to be together.
They talked for hours, laughing and reminiscing about past Christmases. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, and they made plans to spend more time together in the coming year.
As the night went on, the fire burned lower and the kids started to get tired. One by one, they drifted off to sleep, curled up on the couch or in their parents’ laps.
The adults stayed up a little longer, talking and enjoying each other’s company. But eventually, they too started to get tired. They kissed their children goodnight and went to bed, content and happy.
It had been a perfect Christmas Eve. They had all been together, they had been warm and cozy, and they had made memories that would last a lifetime.
I thought I would l try something new. A picture paints a thousand words and god knows how many emotions it involves as well. So I’ll pick a photo twice a week and write about it. Then see where the conversation takes us. Hopefully discovering more in the picture. It will make a change from moaning about things. I should really stop saying moaning because the whole point of this blog is to vent somewhere while I wait for professional help.
Oh my god, my typing is awful today. Constant deleting. I’m blaming the PRN meds again. But that’s another post for later.
So this picture. I have a routine with both of the dogs now which works pretty well with my work, home life and responsibility.
7am – 15-minute dog walk around the block 10am – Garden bathroom for dogs 2pm – 30-minute dog walk around the area (see photo) 5pm – Dinner time 6pm – 15-minute dog walk for bathroom 9.30pm – 15 minutes Last walk before bed
Dobby refuses to go to the bathroom in the garden, so I gave up waiting 20 minutes for him to do something I just take them both out on a walk and that does the trick. We used to get a few accidents when we first got him, so the schedule, although annoying sometimes, works well.
My point. The afternoon walk takes us to a local landmark which you can see in the background of the photo. A beautiful Tudor house which is open at certain times for people to come and see it. The photo was taken as I was walking past earlier this year. It makes me feel intrigued that something so old is still standing, that the history of that place is immense but saddens me because it lives in a council estate. Yes, I live on a council estate. I don’t mind the labels but they are true about the behaviour on them. So makes me a little sad to see the windows on the bottom right that is broken, the massive chains on the gates and the amount of dog shit that people never pick up. Never understood that last one. Are you supposed to stand there and pretend they didn’t do that? and just walk off? weird. Unless they didn’t have a bag, but still, I’d come back out again with one if I did. Sidetracked.
It makes me feel warm and happy because of the snow. The snow makes me feel cold which means the house will be warm, so when I get home I’ll have that lovely warm feeling of sitting down, after a good walk and drinking coffee. Preferably that would be rum or some red wine but alas we cannot have everything.
If you want to read up about the building you can see everything you need to know over —> here <—
During the mid-17th century, when it was owned by a family of wealthy yeomen and merchants, the hall was given a grand Jacobean-style stone extension.
In later years the building was split into several rented dwellings and, whilst living in one of these with his family, this is where Samuel Crompton famously invented the Spinning Mule.
This invention was the first multiple-spindle machine capable of consistent fine yarn production. It revolutionised the UK’s textile industry and literally shaped the fortunes of the town and the North generally.
Hall i’ th’ Wood was inhabited up until the late 19th century, after which it fell into disrepair.
Thanks to Lord Leverhulme, a local businessman and philanthropist, the building was saved from ruin and much-needed repairs were undertaken.
The house and grounds were presented to the people of Bolton in memory of Samuel Crompton and were opened to the public as a museum in 1902.
Today it is a place where you can enjoy displays of 17th and early 18th-century furniture, objects and artefacts, learn more about the fascinating life and work of Samuel Crompton and discover all about life in Stuart and Tudor times.
The rooms have been accurately refurbished to retain their homely atmosphere and the Lancashire kitchen, cosy Brownlow bedroom, fine oak panelling and ornate plasterwork all bring to life times gone by in this fascinating family house.
A wide variety of events and activities take place throughout the year, catering for people of all interests and ages, meaning there is always something to see and do on your visit.
