Death by Daytime TV
- Homes Under The Hammer
- Street Auction
- Bargain Hunt
- Jeremy Kyle
- Loose Women
- Cowboy Builders
- The Wright Stuff
- Four In A Bed (not as exciting as the name implies)
- Escape To The Country
The list of mediocrity that is Daytime
Drudgery TV goes on and on.
Let’s be clear, I haven’t sat through these.
I sampled a couple, briefly, and then hit the off switch before you could say Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
Thanks, daytime TV, but I’ve had a heart attack, not a brain attack.
Annoyingly I feel fine.
Normal for me, obv.
So I’m finding all this ‘slow down, take it easy, do *gentle* exercise, don’t rush, I told you to take it easy, stop doing the washing up, don’t make tea, no really why don’t you bloody take it easy, don’t do the laundry, stop doing that thing now!’ really difficult to cope with.
I am not, nor have I ever been, a good patient.
This one time at
band camp RAF Hospital Wegberg, a few days after an emergency admission from my squadron, I slipped out of the ward late at night and went to a disco up the road at RAF Rheindahlen.
I got in to some trouble over that.
Oh, the neighbour’s dog has stopped barking. We had a chat, the neighbour and I, yesterday afternoon.
There’s a tentative offer from me to take the dog for a walk, if that might help?
This hasn’t been taken up yet.
And I had a long phone call from the Cardiac Rehabilitation Unit.
The bottom line is that I have a follow-up appointment, back at the hospital, in a few weeks.
And Ruth, the friend who edited Crossing The Line, has suggested that if I’m bored I could go back to writing, to fill the time.
Which is really nice of her.
But man, I just wish I could be out there *points to out there* doing something.