Peripheral
Dedicated Member
During this isolation, our main source of entertainment is the almighty in the corner of the room. It is called a television set and can be the source of many a good punch up. I'm not talking about boxing, I'm referring to the arguments between my wife and I deciding which programme we are going to watch
. We have a 40-inch tv. Unfortunately, my wife has a 52-inch bum. This can be very awkward because when she gets up from the settee she has to cross my vision of the box. She is like me, in that moving around can be very slow and tedious, this results in me missing quite a large part of the programme I happen to be viewing at the time, for example, the other day she got up to leave the room while I was watching a football match between Liverpool and Everton, Everton were leading 6-0. Well, it is fiction.
By the time she had cleared my vision there had been a General Election and England were 120 for 2 wickets in the Test Match. Fortunately, I had had the foresight to put the recorder on. However, when I tried to play the recording it wouldn't work and when I phoned the shop to sort it out I was informed that the guarantee had run out. When my wife finally got started on her journey to where-ever her needs were directing her, it was agonizing to see. Can you imagine trying to ride a tandem up Everest backwards in a snowstorm? The other day, just for fun, we had a race into the kitchen and my wife won. She waited for me to get there. She waited and waited until she eventually had to call out a search party. We were both taken back in wheelchairs to the settee. After the search party had left we looked at one another and tried to remember why we were going in that direction in the first place. Suddenly, I became aware why
. Does err, anybody have a sponge?
