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. I’d seethe at the outrageous selfishness of such people. My quiet walks through the park would be shattered by the BOOM-BOOM-BOOM blast of music from a passing cyclist. And I’d shout: ‘Thanks for sharing your terrible taste in music!’
The new, cool me reacted differently. ‘These kind people simply want to share their music with me! How thoughtful!’
There was a time when the daily sight of three or four rental bikes sprawled on the pavement would lead grumpy me to a wave of exasperated sighs and disapproving tuts.
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