TV … what a bore lately. And what about all the shouting and yelling that goes on? Women especially. Even ordinary talk is loud and often unfathomable. I give each episode a chance but once the shouting starts I switch channels. Am I missing something? Is real life like this?
Joe and I sometimes fell out but I don’t recall either of us shouting, even though Joe was slightly deaf. On TV, though, ordinary talk has turned into loud and angry exchanges. It seems that every TV family is at war with the entire cast.
TV is no longer entertaining. Cookery programmes seem to be all the rage, every channel filming a well-known chef and his way of preparing meals. I long to go on TV and talk about the ready meals I get from various outlets, all full of nourishment and vitamins. Ok, I know I could cook my own but when a body is virtually housebound it pays to get someone else to do the cooking. All I have to do is freeze the meals, defreeze, heat in oven or microwave and VOILA, done and dusted, as they say.
Washing up consists of a single plate three times a day – or less – and a few mugs from which I drink peppermint tea or lemon and ginger. And people told me I was foolish to stop using a dishwasher.