Let there be television!

Hallelujah!  We have British television at last.

The man arrived only twenty minutes late and installed the dish and an hour or so later pictures of some dreadful daytime television programme from years ago was being flashed across the screen.

Toni has become almost delirious with joy as he revisits re-runs of “Location! Location! Location!” and “Place in the sun” giving rise to some wry chuckles as the prices of more than nine years ago give a sense of the unreal to the debate that potential buyers have about whether to buy a five bedroom house for one hundred and eighty thousand pounds!

We have at last escaped from the worthless tyranny of the advert filled rubbish which is broadcast as Spanish television.  And it might give you some pause for thought about the general standard of what we have been offered by the channels here that we look at the UK version as so amazingly superior!

We went out to lunch in our local sea side restaurant and I had a delicious meal of Poussin which was more than enough without the plate full of chips that came with it.  I was also somewhat filled by the hearty starter that I had which was a broth of beans and cockles.  The whisky tart at the end was a fine complement to an excellent meal – even if the restaurant upped their prices because of it being a bank holiday.

We finished our meal a little resentfully as we were not offered the customary bottle of Cava that had become something of a tradition when we eat there.  We were discussing this oversight sotto voce in English when we heard the non-English speaking manager indicate that we should be given our bottle as he walked past our table in what seemed like a co-ordinated piece of irony.  But the Cava was eminently drinkable!

In spite of the quantity of red wine and Cava consumed during lunchtime I still managed to find sufficient energy to drag the Christmas tree from its hiding place and place the new decorations on it.  I discovered that I had managed to buy some half-price decorations from Matalan in last year’s January sale to put on the tree.  I had (not unreasonably) totally forgotten about them, so now there are chunky filigree glittery Christmas trees and the word “JINGLE” in golden letters with small bells handing from them as part of the decorations on the tree which in spite of the their vulgarity leave the tree looking suspiciously tasteful.  No doubt during the run up to the festive day I will endeavour to make it a little more startling!

Meanwhile I have to get myself together and realise that tomorrow is Wednesday and not Monday as we will all be thinking as we stumble in hardly believing that we are actually there.

I will have to keep telling myself that it is only a two-day week.  With both of the days yet to come.  But then it’s the weekend.  And the Christmas holidays are not too distant a prospect.  Possibly.