Do the words digital switchover make your heart sink?
Here’s a conversation I had with my husband the other day:
Me: This digital switchover thing. Isn’t it happening soon?
Him: Is it?
Me: I think so. It’s already happened in some places.
Him: Has it?
Me: Will you know what to do on the day? With the TV?
Him: Of course.
Me: Will we still need our aerial?
Him: Yes. No. Maybe.
Me: Have you kept those instructions they sent through the post?
Him: No. Won’t need them.
Me: Have we got Freeview?
Him: Possibly. Look, why do you always get so stressed out? Leave it to me. It’ll be a piece of cake.
Here’s what will happen when the big day arrives:
My husband will spend three hours:
- Pressing buttons randomly on the TV.
- Disconnecting and reconnecting wires.
- Throwing the remote control across the room.
- Swearing loudly.
- Getting absolutely nowhere.
Meanwhile, I will remind him several times that I knew this would happen.
Our 13 year old son will then stroll into the room and say, ‘Do you want me to do that for you?’ In less than two minutes flat, he’ll have it sorted.
Thank God for children and their innate grasp of technology. Where the heck would we be without them?