Not so simple pleasures

The TV is finally here and I got to say, there is no better way to mong out than to wedge oneself into a nice firm corner of the sofa and zonk out to some bollocks or other at a 90 degree angle. I'm talking TOWIE, Jerseyshore and any cookery programme going. Let me put a little context around this.  We moved house, as you know and in anticipation of all the cage style fights that would otherwise happen without a TV for distraction, we ambled to John Lewis well in advance of vacating "dream area" home to place an order for a TV so that it would arrive BEFORE we moved in to "it will do area" home.  Clever eh? And it worked.  The TV and sofa were both ordered at the same time with this genius strategy in mind and they arrived just in time.  Happy happy, joy joy.


The TV broke within an hour of connection.  It broke.  Inexplicably and in the most heartless manner, halfway through one of The Silverback's most favourite mong out programmes, Mantracker.  This is a programme where real people are dropped in the middle of the harshest terrain in Canada with nothing but a compass, a granola bar and the kind of directions you get in India - no, not racist, anyone who has spent any time in India will have a truck load of logic defying stories - so nothing personal unless you are India itself and then yes, I mean YOU - but I digress. 

So this programme -  a couple of imbeciles are left to fend for themselves in the wilderness of The Tundra with the aim of getting from point A to point B whilst being hunted by a man on a horse - - The Mantracker.  There is no prize for winning by the way - I did warn you it was utterly pointless viewing and that's the way we like it around here.

So the Silverback lives for the programme.  And after the ball-ache of moving and the 6 hours of hanging around for Mr. Cableman, Mr. Dump Truck and the one and only Mr TV and Sofa (we worship the very poop that curls out of your noble bottom) he settles in the firm corner I was telling you about only to have the TV malfunction in the unluckiest turn of events ever.  It just stopped working.  Just like that, no explanation, no calls, no goodbyes.  Then it just sat there...watching us.  Laughing.  And there it remained,  taking the piss for a whole 10 days before John Lewis was able to bring a replacement by which time The Silverback and I could not be in the same room for more than 3 minutes without wanting to smash each other's faces in.  So whoever said TV is bad for you lives alone.

Anyway, I forget where I was going with this.  Oh yeah - so the new TV is here and it rocks out with its cock out.  Harmony has return to Silverback Gables.  Ahhhhhhh.

Now all we need is another sofa cos frankly we don't like each other enough to perch this close together when we're trying to unwind.