Loud music and a forced smile One evening on the way home in my car I felt like hearing some good music. I can do that in spite of my hearing loss. I turned on the radio and drove along until I had to stop at a red light.

In the lane next to me there was a car driven by a young man. He was looking at me so I thought ‘well, I am still young enough to attract attention!’ But alas, it suddenly struck me that he, of course, was surprised that an old woman like me had the music turned up so loud that the car was practically hopping with the rhythm.