...sigh. And sigh again.
No, not that sigh this time (well not out loud anyway). This one is for my yo-yo experience with my tv and recently acquired set top box.
I wasnt going to do it. I tried to resist, thoughts of a return to huge stomach and lazy me were keeping it at (chubby) arms length. But I gave in, I felt strong enough to not become a junky to the glowing screen.
So, with the carrot dangled in front of me, and a measly extra £1.00 per month to pay for it, I succumbed to adding a set top box to my broadband. After all, I figure I could do with keeping up to speed with Discovery and such like - all part of my research, you see
ahem.
Setback one: They decided to deliver the package in the ten minutes I wasnt in the house. Typical.
Setback two: On Saturday, my TV decided it was going to stop working. Brilliant - new cable services, no screen to display the pretty pictures.
Woo hoo one: TV started working again Sunday.
Woo hoo two: Nice big spangly package waiting for me when I got home, which I wasnt expecting until a few days later.
BOO HOO: Tried to connect it up earlier (result! I did it!). Rang them to activate it....arse, nothing happened.
"We'll send another signal and ring you back in a few minutes"
Twenty minutes later. I ring them. Get bombarded with questions about account and security word (erm, I havent set up the account yet).
"Hello, you said you'd ring me back and nobody has - nothing is happening" (bottom lip quivers)
"Turn it off and try again"
"ooh, ooh, the numbers are flashing and moving. Awwww, theyve stopped."
Arse, arse, and, what was the next thing? arse. Gonna have to wait for an engineer to come out now.
And on top of everything else, its not improved my mood
Im like shit velcro at the moment.
Right, off to Sainsburys to check out the bargain bins.













