I’ve been here at the Outlaws for just 3 hours and I’ve fixed the TV from having no signal (dodgy aerial lead snagged between radiator and TV stand, resulting in a bent aerial socket on the back of the TV now) I’ve set up the surround sound (because they’d pulled it all out, in dispair they’d shuved the optical lead into the nearest socket they could find, just so happens to be the now mashed aerial input jack) I’ve reset the bloody AGA to Heat the ferkin radiators to get some heat in the bloody place, from “I thought it was a bit cold, put another jumper on sonny” to actual real life heat now coming out of the rads. They’ve now gone out visiting knowing full well we’ll go round fixing all the stuff they’ve broken and come back to “oh, I didn’t realise xxxx wasn’t working” horsecrap they always spout.
My Mother goes away every Xmas to somewhere hot and remote, damn if I’m not joining her next year.
Stuff this routine I have every time I venture North to the Farm.
It isn’t funny, comedies are funny, this is tedious.