Wet day in May

Well it’s been slashing down all day today, so no cycling, walking or outside lovemaking for me today. Instead I indulged in some Wii playing, drank a lot of tea, and watched all 17 frames of the World Snooker Championship Final. I must be getting middle-aged. Or maybe Ted’s years of persuasion have finally hit home and I’m appreciating what used to strike me as the most boring excuse for a sport anywhere on God’s Earth. 
One thing I did notice (but only after the first 12 frames) - the colours on our TV are a bit knackered. Philippa walked in and looked at the screen for 30 seconds and then said “Aren’t those 15 orange balls supposed to be red?”
I spent the next hour adjusting the contrast, brightness and sharpness and only made things worse. We ended up with the green ball looking blue and Stuart Bingham’s head resembling a watermelon. At which point Philippa said “Shame those new glasses don’t treat you for colour blindness.” I responded rationally by throwing the remote control at her and folding my arms indignantly. She managed to reset things back to where they were before (bloody show-off) so it still looked weird and wrong but at least my mistakes had been corrected. Now I guess we’ll have to think about a new telly, or just stop watching snooker. 

A quick warning, by the way - if you walk into the garage tomorrow and say “Happy Star Wars Day” I will punch you repeatedly in the face. 

RC 3-5-15