….was the first thing I heard when coming down the stairs from putting Elisabeth to bed. She had gone to bed quite easily, which she hadn’t all week, so I was pretty chuffed and looking forward to a having a beer and watching some tv. But there was my husband looking as if someone had just told him that the world was going to end soon, with the remote tightly gripped in his hand, staring at the black screen. “It just went bang” was all he managed to say before starting to switch it on and off and on and off, in the hope this would magically fix it. It didn’t.
The tv has now been taken to the tv doctor and the living room looks strangely empty and light. It actually looks quite nice and it is certainly lovely and quiet. I feel a bit sorry for my husband though, he is not a reader and with his very busy and physical job he really enjoys just sitting down the evening and being entertained without having to think about anything.
I, on the other hand, don’t really mind. I read a lot, so not having a tv for a bit just means I read a bit more than normal. It is strange though not having a tv, it’s a bit like when there is a power cut and you keep forgetting and thinking of stuff to do which needs electricity, or is that just me and my awful memory?
Anyway, I hope our poor tv gets better soon, but in the mean time…..what shall I read next?