We’ve been staying with Daughter Number One and family. It’s a treat for us to have evenings in with the twins, and so one evening we sent Ellie and Phil off for a rare Night Out. Then we bathed the boys, wallowed in a few bed-time stories together, kissed them goodnight. And went downstairs to watch TV.
Twenty minutes later, we were still battling with remote controls, switches, buttons and flashing lights. Incomprehensible messages flashed up on screen, none of them to do with that evening’s viewing. We gave up and read the paper.