CDs all over the kitchen table.

 

Now, everyones' music is invisible, so no longer, when you go to their house can you have a nosey through their LPs, CDs or tapes. Musical tastes are hidden, tucked up in the cloud. And to make matters work everyone listens on headphones, inaudible, you can't even hear what folk like. 

I did dispose of a few CDs today, although I might go back through the box before we head to town tomorrow, perhaps I'll "forget" to pick the box up for the car, but they'll be charity shop bound sooner than later.

Treasures were unearthed, old friends revisited, or at least queued up.