You are getting another evening post here, promise l will get back to 'normal' soon. Still flued up and keeping wierd hours and sleeping at all the wrong times. flat out in front of tv is all very well if said tv is spouting forth something of interest, not being a big fan of Swiss family Robinson, The Simpsons, Muppet Movie and other such delights, it has been pretty boring.
Add to this the fact that the tv channels keep leaping about all over the place. Now l know we are in the middle of nowhere and on top of a hill and digital signal can be a tad dodgy, but these last few days the damn thing has been going wild. After one particularly bad break-up and blurr-out session l only just managed to stop myself throwing the remote out of the window. Anyway Idgy was upstairs playing with her train set (yes we have no sexual stereotypes in this house!) as l dragged my less than healthy self off the sofa and up to loft to twiddle with the booster, and asked what all the fuss was about. Squeeked (still have croaky minnie mouse voice which goes so well with my rudolph red nose) that the tv was being hateful again and couldn't understand why. Next time it happened my clever ten year old popped downstairs and said she had the answer. The train set. Every time she set her train off on its journey round the track it somehow interfered with the tv signal. Mystery solved. We have now reached a compromise. When she uses the train set l have no tv on (can do dvd tho) and we have to have a time scale on this thing and do a bit of time share.
So buying that vintage (a nice term for lots of old bits and pieces of track and train, houses and animals etc that a friend of mine managed to put together for me last week) train set has not only proved to be a well liked prezzie, she is learning a valuable life lesson as well – share and share alike. Actually she is doing far better at the sharing bit than l am with loss of tv on my side. One of us is slightly more childish than the other and l am ashamed to admit that it is me.
So here l sit, laptop on knee, glass of wine in hand and dvd in front of me (Message in a bottle – having a Kevin Costner evening!), the gentle whir of the train set can be heard floating down from upstairs. We are both happy…………