My youngest son declared he would like a record player for his birthday. Yes a real record player - not a cd player or an ipod but a record player. So off I went to various shops to check out what they had in the way of 'record players'. I faced a few 'no sorry' responses along with one assistant who talked to me like I shouldn't be allowed out alone and chose a very condescending tone... 'is it for your hi-fi love'! I quickly replied 'no it's for my very hip and cool son's birthday, he's 20'. It suddenly dawned on me that neither 'hip' nor 'cool' are adjectives that will ever sound out loud as good as they do in my head. I left!
The birthday came and the stereo I'd (eventually) found complete with cd drawer (is it called a drawer?), usb and ipod thingies (you know - thingies) was much appreciated but I had failed to buy any records to play. So we dug out my Grease double LP from a few *coughs* years ago as it was the only one in the house and I gave it to him to put it on - reminding him of it's sentimental value. It was hard to hand John Travolta over but it was my duty as a mother. I'm still in therapy.
It has brought many a smile as I watched them fascinated and inquisitve and it reminded of when they were little boys again opening presents full of interest and excitement. It wasn't my birthday but it made my day (and then some).
It also reminded me of the record player that we used to have when I was young. I found this (for display only) item in the window of the YMCA charity shop in Preston town centre and texted it to the birthday boy who wanted me to go in and negotiate it's purchase!! For those of you who remember having one will rejoice in the delight of stacking it with lots of records and sitting back to enjoy. Here it is - isn't it lovely!