Spoilsport
Do I have to behave myself Gramma?

We were married in that most romantic place, Bradford
and my parents were determined to spoil everything about our day - and succeeded beyond even their wildest dreams. So no happy memories there I'm afraid.
The noise "problem" (I use inverted commas Doodle because it is only I who seem to have an issue) is that we have moved to a small room. The youngsters who organise it love this loud, thumping American music, even in the car on the way there.
We now meet Next to our room a huge Zumba class meets so as well as our own cacophony (30 old people, helpers, mothers with babies) all trying to talk above the music) the floors and walls are vibrating to even more loud, American music and shouted instructions from 11am to 2pm when we are taken home – in a car playing music.
Music scrambles my brain and makes me feel unfocussed and uncomfortable. Many loquacious people in a small space adds to my discomfort and worst of all, there is no escape - unless I stand in the carpark in the wet and cold.
It's easier not to go.
Friend Marge says I should say something but I have no right to impose what I want on all those people who clearly enjoy the lively atmosphere.
This is a life-long thing, Doodle and although I can tolerate and even enjoy a certain amount of live music and singing and if the room is large enough, even a group of talkative friends, I simply cannot handle this. I believe it's quite a common autism thing.
James, brought my repaired lamp and because he fixes computers/laptops at the Repair Cafe, I asked f he could stop an annoying pop up on my Tablet.
When he left, 4 hours later I discovered he'd made almost every function on the device tiny and impossible for me to see. And he hadn't fixed the pop-up.
I couldn't even listen to my audio books - the only purpose of the tablet. I shall try to fix it all today if I can stay calm enough.
The lamp works perfectly but then it's another chap who does that sort of repair. 
Decided not to go to the book launch after all. Several reasons: it's held in a drinking club on a Saturday afternoon, with all the same issues as the elders' group - plus multiple large screen televisions showing sports and raucus commentary interspersed with fatuous adverts.
(no pleasing me is there?
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More importantly, it would mean DS cutting short, or cancelling Gubbins' swimming lesson. I simply don't care enough about the book to deprive my darlings of this enjoyment.
It's rained thunderously all night (I was awake most of it, anxious about my Tablet, so I know) and continues to do so.
I’m lucky I can stay at home. Dear Mepa will pick up the weekend veg.