In the house on the hill, there are two schools of thought as regards music. M is a dyed-in-the-wool Led Zeppelin afficionado, and although Led Zeppelin formed part of the sountrack of her early formative years, Louise goes for something slightly more ... conservative. Louise would prefer Jessye Norman singing Strauss's Vier Letzte Lieder to Robert Plant singing about lemons. M likes to watch hoardes of 1930s tap dancers doing Trampled Underfoot in an extraordinary show of anachronistic synchopation, while Louise likes to get all meditative to Rachmaninoff's Vespers.
Louise gets to hear her kind of music only when everyone else has decamped to a different country, and M gets to hear his only if he promises to do the washing up at the same time.
A couple of evenings ago, M-in-Marigolds was running the gamut of YouTube's vast collection of Plant and Page bootleg videos, when B toddled into the kitchen for a bedtime kiss.
B (in toddler German) : Pappi, what's that?
M (in high German) : That's music.
B (in very emphatic toddler German, and wagging a wise toddler finger) : Nein, Pappi, das nicht musik.
I rest my case.
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