Because I now have a rather nice green chest of drawers in my bedroom I decided it needed a telly to sit on the top. I’ve had one tucked away in the corner of the room that was kindly given to me when I moved here but it’s been a lonely soul. So I picked it up and excitedly placed it grandly on the middle of the unit. I put my glasses on and searched around the edges prodding and pressing things but not a lot was happening. The remote, I remembered! New batteries in and till nothing. The Amazon firestick was hanging out of the back all forlorn and cobwebby. Maybe it’s something to do with that? So I fiddled it about and pulled it out of it’s usb port and pissed about trying to get it back into the exact place I’d just pulled it out of. I put new batteries in the firestick remote in case that was interfering in some way. I sat on the bed and had a think. Was I forgetting some crucial step it had been that long? Nah it was fucked. I went and drank wine and in the morning Argos emailed me and told me my new telly was coming.
Yesterday the lovely Argos boy delivered me a new one. Thankfully all in one box this time so he didn’t have to bring the rest of it the next day. Who’d have thought it after I had recently built a four foot wide cabinet with six drawers that it would take me 45 minutes to screw in the two little legs it stands on. It looked like it was tilting forward so I turned them round screwed them in again and it still looks like it’s tilting forward. Fucks sake. Bush are tight with their screws as well. No dropped on the floor and completely disappeared into thin air spare in the box which added on extra time, patience and swear words. It nearly went back in it’s box.
Eventually I’m looking at a screen and informed it’s better to scan the code in and complete the setup from my phone rather than type with the remote control. Onwards and upwards I thought and did so signing up to and agreeing to all sorts of bollocks as if it’s a variation on the official secrets act. Connecting to wifi was fine as that’s the stuff I do know about and then I’m looking at a screen with far too much information on it. I put youtube on as a guest just to see if it would work because inserting emails and passwords into apps is a job for tomorrow man or maybe even next month man.
The thing is I struggle to sit and just watch tv unless I’m doing something else: knitting or sewing or sorting things. A soon to be married ex, god help her, once told me it was selfish and rude to knit whilst we watched tv. like knitting baby bootees was the utmost sin. The hindsight that age gives us is sometimes a soothing balm in a chaotic world and something I treasure most about the single life is my bed. I buy duvet covers regularly to suit my mood but currently have on an exquisite Dorma set I got in the sale. A new soft teddy sheet in deepest rosewood welcomed Autumn. I have an electric blanket, fur throws and one furry baby that sleeps on my feet and another that sleeps next to me in-between the pillows. There is usually my big ipad, my old mini ipad that I use as a kindle and a real book on the bed. I have candles and wine, ovaltine or nightime tea and the luxury of it all is delicious. When my daughter feels poorly she comes to mine and climbs into my bed and can stay for days in the warm safe, cocoon of her mum’s bedroom.
So the new tv. The reason I opted for this particular one is because it has a dvd drive. I went on vinted tonight and bought a bundle of Inspector Morse dvd’s. Because we all need to surround ourselves with the things we love.