Couch camping turned out to be a lot of fun, I really enjoy it. I am the queen of the house, I possess the TV remote control and I am fussing the family around. “Husband, get me coffee”, “Daughter, get me chocolate”, “Son, get me painkillers”.All this while I am desperately zapping on my remote. Heavens, how bad can television be? BAD. Even with all my 100 French channels, there seems to be nothing worth watching. But I do watch anyhow. On my bedside table there are many books waiting, but somehow the wonderful “Kierkegaards København” cannot attract me right now as I am captured in the house far away from Copenhagen. How about Hanan Ashrawi’s biography? She is a woman with a REMARKABLE life, but she shouldn’t have written the book herself. Even she is a lady with many talents, writing isn’t one of them. Schoolbooks? No rush, they aren’t to be read before 48 hours to the exam.
No, television is for these kinds of situations, no matter how bad it is. But I also know that there are side effects. First of all, before I am recovered with my toe, I will probably weigh 200 kilos. And noticing my choice of TV programs, my husband just wondered how much my IQ will fall the following four weeks. A lot.
Ingen kommentarer:
Send en kommentar