It’s been a long hot day. I went for a walk on the beach earlier, I’ve caught up with all of my jobs and messages. The house is tidy, I’ve done my phone calls and visits. I’ve seen the grandkids, had coffee with a friend. I’ve enjoyed reading my book. Dinner is over. Now what? I know, I’ll watch a bit of television.
Alas, we’re in the television doldrums, that period at the start of the year where there are no ratings, so we’re subjected to reruns of old series. I declare that Midsomer Murders is as painful as a bad bikini wax. Even the ABC has old series’ of Vera and Shetland. They were great the first time, but are a little dull the second and third time around. By now I know ‘who dunnit’.
On with the TV and there it is again. Tennis. Cricket. Now I know some people – apparently 95 per cent of Australia – love these sports and enjoy watching them, but not everybody does. I was no good at sports at school. I couldn’t catch a ball then and I don’t want to catch one now. It’s great that people enjoy watching these sports, but if your’e not into them, then it’s as dull as watching paint dry. Sigh.
Let’s switch back over to the ABC or SBS. No… There is Trump’s candy floss hair floating above his over tanned face as he declares he will get his wall at any cost, even if people starve through not being paid. Then there is Brexit (which I still don’t really understand).
In case you think I am an ignoramus, I do like to follow world events, but I don’t want to soak in them all day every day. I don’t feel 24/7 runs of the news are conducive to happy living. I tend to listen once to the headlines, catch up with the local news and that will do me.
Back to TV. I don’t have it on through the day, I don’t enjoy soap operas or inane talk shows. I don’t enjoy infomercials either, so seldom switch it on, except for my one TV addiction: House Hunters International. I enjoy that show. Why? Because I have not travelled much, it gives me an interesting window into the world of finding a place to live in another culture. Heaven. I see stout Americans climbing ancient stairs into tiny Italian villas and declare loudly that there is only one bathroom and where is the dishwasher? It’s a great way to travel vicariously and there are a few tips for when I finally do travel.
What do I do without television? Play some music and read a book with a nice cup of tea. I’ve jokingly discussed the cricket/tennis monopoly with friends, and there are those who love it – they live and breathe it and wake up at 2am to watch a match – and there are the rest, who like me, will leave the TV off for the interim. Now where did I put my book?