Last night they were watching Big Brother - again. I sat through the first ten minutes, watching with moderate interest from my chair, which is usefully situated within viewing distance of the TV. In fact, it's positioned helpfully so that I can see anything or anyone from any angle. Providing I can shift my rotund tum a little to the left or right. And I can.
Because of the noise and shouting generated by this programme, I thought for a moment that perhaps Aslan was being attacked in the garden, or The Evil One had returned with an army of Evil Ones and they were all attacking Aslan. I would have stepped down from my chair to check, but this Bigger Brother had reached fever pitch and I simply had to retire to the bedroom and lie down on my (ahem, their) bed. What an evening!
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Are you aware that BB will root your brain? Stay away as I'm sure sleeps on the bed are much nicer anyway!
I have to turn away every time it comes on, and you're right, the brain I do have has to be protected. As the weather is quite pleasant right now, I can sit on my table sur le balcon, and watch the dove activity.
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