I watch TV about once a week for about half an hour ever since I bought a TV licence, having not watched any (or had a licence) for about 30 years.
Before I bought a licence, if I told people that I did not watch TV, they would seriously wonder what I did with myself in the evenings - as if we all had a sing-song round the piano after dinner. The only thing I can think of which I do at night on a regular basis is drink wine. I used to smoke cigarettes as well up until about five days ago, but now I just let off a bit of steam. Quietly.
Thursday is rubbish and recycling day here, and I cringe a little when I hear all the empty wine bottles being tipped into the metal collection bin. I have thought about leaving a note with them, explaining that we throw a lot of parties, but I don't think it would be believed.
I often think I should cut down on my weekday wine consumption, but a combination of government advice and horror at the prospect of cooking and listening to The Archers on tea alone fills me with a deep feeling of dread.
Maybe I will buy an old piano.
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