I am listening to Hot August Night. Every time I hear this album (or early Abba) I think about a mates parents house way back then. A nice home on a gentle slope near the hill top They had a great stereo (Hot August Night Abba & other contemporary discs) a lovely yard and an in ground pool. The family were great. Dad played district cricket and mum was a bathing beauty.
We were able to drink, swim and listen to music during the day.
They were so hospitable that they allowed us drunk teenagers to listen to music quite loudly in the lounge while they slept in the room next door. I still feel guilty about dancing (crashing) around and waking them, or prompting dad to come in and complain.
The overall ambience impressed me so much that when I think of a dream home, I think of their home.