A musical interlude

After yesterday's dinner my brother and I listened to some music. We listened to a wide variety of pieces and genres which ranged from Purcell to Malcolm Arnold and Edith Piaf. That was special, because I haven't listened to any music since my most recent fit. I don't enjoy listening to music on my own any more.
Apart from having a good laugh and talking about old maps and history, we talked about our lives as autistic people. Of course we enjoyed our pints too. Am I the ugly duckling that's finally about to turn into a swan? In my case the swan won't be any more handsome than the duckling, but I hope you know what I mean.