Kitchen Dance Party With The Neighbour

When The Music Takes Over

I love music.  I love nearly all kinds of music.  Except heavy metal and maybe jazz.  That stuff I’m not really a fan of.  But if a tune has a beat, you can dance to it or it’s fast – I am in.  I’ll like it. 

One day last week I had a rare thing happen to me.  I was alone.  In my house.  Yep, just me and my dog.  In the house alone for at least 3 hours.  I never know what to do when I’m alone at home.  Usually, I would do the washing or something boring.  But this time I made dinner.  Which is just as boring as doing the washing.  I cooked dinner slowly though.  Normally I’m in a mad rush cooking dinner, because I just want it over and done with, but not this time.  I didn’t have to rush for anyone.

That day was a particularly good day.  The last 2 months of my life have been shit to say the least.  Like next level shit, stressful and it was only last week that there was a light at the end of tunnel and me and my husband could finally breathe again.  It’s a long story – and as soon as I get some legalities sorted I will share with you all.

So it was good day.  I was making dinner;  and the sun was shining through my dining room windows.  My dog Sargeant was sitting on the floor watching me and waiting for any off cuts of food and I had a random Spotify playlist playing in the speakers. 

If you’re a weirdo like myself and like to let loose of all your stresses of that day then you will totally understand what happens next. 

5 Seconds Of Summer (5SOS) ‘She Looks So Perfect’ came on.  I turned it up.  There’s something about that song that makes me dance and sing.  So that’s what I did.  I also did the same when Madonna Vouge came on and my all-time favourite song All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie.  It was a standard Kitchen Dance Party.  Happens mostly when the house is empty or I have drunk way too many drinks. Which is usually around Christmas.  My Kitchen Dance Party soon finished after I cooked dinner, had a shower then actually ate my dinner.  Then everyone came home and it was back to normal.

The next day, I checked my letterbox.  Let me say this – checking your letterbox is not what it used to be.  I get nothing in my letterbox anymore.  All bills are emailed and I don’t really do online shopping.  So when I get a hand written letter in the letterbox I got a bit excited.  It was from the neighbour.  I was excited and a bit scared.  We’ve previously had a letter from this neighbour before asking our teenagers to turn down the music – that’s all sorted now, so I knew it couldn’t be that.  But I was nervous nonetheless.

I opened the letter – and it was lovely.  I’ve posted below.  It was from the 16/17 year old girl neighbours next door. Firstly I am mortified that she heard me sing and worried that she may of seen me dance aswell.  But kudos to her for asking me.  What a little legend, asking your neighbour to buy her concert tickets.  I had to decline though.  I would feel like a grandma at a 5SOS concert, they are also the same age my eldest son.  Which is weird.  I posted my reply below aswell.

I conclude with this Life Tip.  Next time you hear your 40 year old neighbour having what sounds like a Dance Party in her kitchen.  Leave a note in her letterbox, you don’t have to be selling a concert ticket.  Just tell them that their taste in music is great, or that they made you smile when you walked past their house or anything at all.  It’s the small things in life that make people happy.  Even though I’m not buying Jem’s ticket I am chuffed that she went on a limb.  She also made my day. 

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