Oh dear.

Categories: ramblings

Date: 13 November 2008 22:10:35

I was idly watching telly the other day when it went "pop!" very quietly and switched off.

"Meh," I said, shrugging, as I switched on the radio.

Your TV's broken," I informed my housemate, since it's his, and it seemed only right, so he logged onto Argos and bought a new one, at vast expense.

Meanwhile, I plugged the very old, much smaller TV into the same extension cord, and was idly watching it this evening when it went "pop!" very quietly and switched off.

So, do I tell my housemate that it appears that the problem is not with his TV, but is with my extension cord, or do I keep quiet, given that (a) he was going to buy a new TV anyway, (b) it's being delivered at some point between 7am and 3pm on Saturday, and, since he's away, I'm the one that has to be up at silly am in order to avoid greeting the delivery man in my dressing gown and slippers and (c) I'm going to very quietly buy a new extension cord tomorrow?

I'm sure you're all deeply relieved to hear that the hideously manky toe's mankiness is retreating under the onslaught of salt baths and antibiotics (don't walk 17 miles in ill-fitting shoes, kids, you'll lift half your toenail and get an infection under it), although I am less than fond of having to wear open-toed sandals in November, in the rain.