Feeling rather poorly, I took a sick day yesterday, which conveniently happened to coincide with the blind repair. This was good, because that Australian flag was becoming exponentially less amusing with each passing day.

After the repair and the completion of some chores, I snuggled down on the couch to continue the Mom blanket – accompanied by the kitschtastic Hart to Hart s2.

And then, in the middle of a gripping scene in episode 3, our shiny-television went pop and was no more.

Now we have to ferry it to Granville for repair – which is quite a distance away.

Annoying.

This means no Angry Boys, no Masterchef and no Eurovision!

The Humanity!

Especially annoying when we so rarely watch television – if it had happened at any other time of the year, we’d barely notice.

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