Open window playlist.
Here’s an original idea. On heatwave days like these, open all the windows in your flat and… don’t turn on any music.
..See? Or rather, hear? ..soothing isn’t it?
Just the sounds of birds twerpling and people pottering along the road in flimsy footwear. Quietly. Contentedly. Peacefully.
Of course, I’ve just spent the last hour working with headphones on, listening to old 80s disco records very loudly and singing along in my famously-black-soul-sounding voice – very loudly. It’s a wonder I can write articles while doing this. It is.
However, much as that disco euphoria seems universal when you’re lost in it, I suspect the summer would appreciate it very much if I closed all my windows.
“..Miss Frisky Lady, take me awayyy – she’s fresh! (FRESH!) excy-ding… (do-do-do-do-doo)…”
>GETS UP AND CLOSES WINDOW WITH LITTLE SIGH.<