I used to be a terrible grump who would rant and rage against the 1,001 irritations of modern British life. And then one day I decided life was too short to be permanently enraged by everything and everyone.
‘These kind people simply want to share their music with me! How thoughtful!’
For grumpy me, the sound of other people’s music in public spaces was agony.
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