How did that happen? Did someone change the channel whilst I was asleep? Or did they build a house in the wilderness after the wildebeests had all gone? And why has he got his socks on?
So in effect what I am saying is the TV for me is a cure for insomnia. Switch it on and I fall asleep.
I had thought of moving the TV up in the bedroom, but to be honest I am no-longer the rule-maker in that particular room. Things have changed since that day when, as a wedding anniversary present, I exchanged our bed for a trampoline. My wife hit the roof.
I did discuss the matter with a nice lady marriage counsellor; and she did offer to visit us at home and discuss the matter together with my wife. My wife totally refused because she did not think it was appropriate to have the three of us in bed together.
So there you have it ... no TV in the bedroom ... ... ... ... ...
I seem to have lost my train of thought. What was I going to say when I started this post? Could you wait a minute or so; I'll go make a cup of coffee and maybe remember what I meant to say.
(Ten minutes later).
Ah ... I'm glad you're still here. Thanks for waiting. What I meant to say is that I don't watch much TV because it is all so depressing and miserable. Whether it's the news, documentaries, drama or even nature programs. It is all so sad and negative. Even the adverts are miserable advertising things you'd rather not know about or need. I won't give examples; I'm sure you have similar adverts on your TV.
Why can't all those wildebeests gang up together and punch the lion on the nose rather than run away until the weakest one succumbs and dies? That is not conducive to me enjoying a ginger biscuit and a nice cup of tea, is it? Or coffee? Although I'll admit that coffee is not everyone's cup of tea. Some prefer hot chocolate instead; but you know what I mean.
The other day there was this sad TV drama about a woman suffering from severe migraine headaches. She could not speak English well and she explained to her doctor in broken English that she'd spent all weekend in bed "with a migrant." I wondered what her husband would make of this.
Anyway, I must have dozed off again and as I reopened my eyes there was this advert about headache remedies tablets and I thought it was part of the TV drama. It was not until a cartoon character promoted the product that I realised it was an advert.
And the damn dog had eaten my ginger biscuits.
