Yesterday we went television shopping. Our TV has been working only intermittently for the last couple of months, and on Friday it finally died it’s final death. We don’t watch a lot of television in our house, but this weekend happens to be a Grand Prix weekend and also the end of the Tour de France, so the big screen was going to be useful. Except that it no longer works.
So yesterday found us looking at new televisions in several shops, with a trip to a sewing shop in-between for my lesson on a new machine that I got for my birthday. Then, after lunch we looked at televisions again. We were out later than expected, so had Japanese food for dinner and went home to put the kids into bed.
In the evening just before helping Nathan to sleep I often spend a few minutes talking to him about the day. When I put him in bed last night he told me that we wouldn’t talk about the day. I asked why not, and he said because it was boring. I asked what was boring…..looking at TVs was the answer. I reminded him of the other things we did, not that they were particularly exciting but I was sure that he enjoyed them, but the boredom of TV shopping dominated the day.
