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a quickr pickr post

I went for to snap one sign, found a few more.

a quickr pickr post

Yep, for the (I think) fourth time in two months I was at home sleeping and watching Battlestar Galactica yesterday. I slept so much I only go two episodes done but at least a blood test I had done on Tuesday has come up with the problem and we’re on to treating it now so hopefully this will be the last time in a while that I spend the day in bed. Mind you, Bert has a mildish case of gastro courtesy of day care so it may not be the last day I spend at home.

This was the sign outside Famous Blue Raincoat for the duration of yesterday’s Grand Final.

And that’s it for another year…

Miss Marita won the Anthony Malloy Memorial Trophy for the second time and Rob finally got it out of his house. I’m not sure who was happier.

The television is home. It’s fixed, I’m over the moon. I’ve spent all day cleaning and straightening up around the house so now it’s time to sit down and get reaquanted with my gal.

If you’re looking for a television repair or service business in Newport, Spotswood, Williamstown, Yarraville, let’s just say anywhere in Melbourne’s West, give John a call. He’s at 40 Hall St in Newport, his businesss is called Micro Television Service, and he went out of his way to help. I can’t recommend him highly enough. His phone number is (03) 9391 1238.

As The Eurhythmics once said “it’s alright, baby’s coming coming back”.

John, hereby officially the best television repair man in Melbourne, is dropping her back to us tomorrow. He’s had her running all day yesterday with no problems so fingers crossed all will be well when she’s back home.

I was planning on cleaning the house and catching up with paperwork on my day off but I guess that’s going to change now, especially as I have 12 episodes of Battlestar Galactica sitting in all their DivX glory just begging to be watched.

As my baby is still in hospital Rae arranged a replacement television. It came from a guy in Newport. He’d had it since his 18th birthday but his wife had put her foot down and demanded an upgrade (and if you saw the house it came from, they look as they may be able to afford a new LCD, or two, without too many problems). So, this aged beauty made it’s way in to our home.

A little different to the usual occupant of this spot.

Yes, those silver dials are what you use to move from one channel to another. How quaint. I’d forgotten all about the static burst as you clunked past the empty channel 8 to and from 7 and 9. It even has a little flip down door with a few knobs that allow you to adjust the colour, ‘softness’ and other sundry analogue things. 

It’s been 18 years since I’ve had to get off the couch to change a channel. Thankfully in this time I’ve had children so I’m not missing the remote that much. The funniest thing was when we first asked Phee to change the channel. She picked up the set top box remote and pushed the button. Nothing. Perplexed she looked at the new box. “Um, dad…?”

We then had to explain she needed to walk to the telly and turn the knob at the top. The novelty will quickly wear off and I think she will be as happy to see our remote controlled beauty back as much as I will. 

I was good, I held back the tears as she was placed in the back of the van, covered in a nice warm blanket. It won’t be long, she needs this, he’s a professional, she’ll be back before we know it, feeling and looking better than ever.

The television has gone to television hospital.

And I miss her.

I wonder if I should call and see if she’s okay?

I’ve spotted another couple of signs around town, including one in Yarraville I must have walked past a hundred times and never noticed. I think I need to take a couple of weeks off and just go walking around inner Melbourne snapping away.

a quickr pickr post

Heh, I think it was Penfolds that my nana would have a sip of every now and then. Purely medicinal, of course.