Every once in a while I find myself with a free Sunday afternoon. By 'free', I mean that I am by myself and there is nothing I have to do in the next few hours. Usually I make myself a simple meal, wash it down with a few glasses of wine, then lie down on my huge 'so old it's trendily retro' sofa, and fall asleep.
The room that houses this sofa also contains a very decent sound system. And yet I often find myself leaving the kitchen radio on, and listening to that instead. Somehow music that is coming from 'somewhere else' is more conducive to relaxing - blending with the environment rather than dominating it.
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