Mrs Down's Diary
Funny that. A man who can recalibrate drills, drive complicated farm machinery, etc, does not know which button to press to get the channel he wants.
"Could you put me that DVD on about fishing?" a plaintive voice calls out just as I am settled to a read of the paper or book.
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Hide AdOr "Can you find me that programme on birdwatching?" Both of which tasks he is just as capable as I am of carrying out. But won't.
The system should, however, be currently foolproof. This is because for John's birthday, Jo, our daughter, bought him a birdbox with a camera inside.
By dint of a hole being drilled through the wall behind the TV and a lead going from the box to said TV, we are wired to watch the goings-on of family life, bird-style.
John only has to switch on with the remote control and he has an intimate window into avian home construction.
A slight hiccup occurred when my son-in-law changed from AV to TV for a football match but we are now back on track for voyeurism on a small scale.
For full feature see West Sussex Gazette May 28