For many years I have supported Sky TV by using their television sets and programmes. It was Joe’s wish to start with and I didn’t have a problem with his view. Acquiring a TV set and programmes was something he liked to do, and I always admired his choices. Fortunately, he didn’t know how upsetting it would get in the future.
Problems started when my set went on the blink and I had to summon assistance. A Sky man turned up and straight away announced that I needed a new box. I didn’t like to tell him I had a lot of boxes in the cupboard: cardboard boxes, little gift boxes with flowers on the lid, some suitable for baby gifts, some for grown men, and one that once held wedding cake. Anyway, I eventually caught on with what the guy was saying.
Good as gold, the guy replaced the box. What he didn’t tell me was that the actual TV set ought to be replaced as well. It was my neighbour who gave me that bit of information, days after the Sky man had left the area. I wasn’t worried, I had TV and that was okay as far as I was concerned, until things started to go wrong with the programmes which seemed to have taken a dislike to the on-off switch.
It took me a while to get the hang of having two remote controls. One to switch the set on and the other to actually operate things. Fortunately, for me at least, I discovered that one of the ‘girls’ next door was a dab hand at dealing with TVs. “Call me anytime,” she said, but I bet any money she didn’t realise I would be calling as often as I do. Now I have to go through a ritual when switching on. Switching off is a doddle by comparison.
Just the other day I discovered that my neighbours on the other side have the same problems or, as they later admitted, suffer the same anguish every time they switch the set on.
Surely television should be a pleasure to use rather than a constant worry. Actually, I ask myself why I bother at all when nothing on telly is worth watching!!