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.
I feel this way every time i work at the fire department. Way too many stations and remotes.
LikeLike
You give me hope Elyse! If you’re too old at 22 I’m obviously not alone…….
LikeLike
It seems to me that in each household there is one person who operates the TV remote; in ours it’s not me!! I am the person who sent the new VCR instructions off to be recycled before anyone had had a chance to work the machine and even our children couldn’t do it but by that stage they were teenagers so perhaps they were too old.
LikeLike
Yup, teenagers almost certainly too old. And actually, I’m the remote-operator chez nous. I’m younger than Mal you see……
LikeLike