My television is on all the time.  I’m not always watching it (though I do watch a lot) – but I like to have it on – you know, for background noise.  Sometimes it’s the news, sometimes MTV, sometimes some rubbish on The Style Network – but it’s always on.

Last week a couple of new expats arrived in LagosDad’s office. LagosDad told me they needed cable in their apartment.  Ok…  And?  He then went on to tell me that since our satellite box/dish thingy needed to be upgraded, he was planning on moving it to the expat apartment and getting us a new one.  Cool.

I told him to WAIT UNTIL HE HAD PURCHASED THE NEW ONE BEFORE MOVING THE ONE WE HAD.  He agreed.

On Saturday afternoon (in the middle of America’s Next Top Model omnibus) the cable guy came and removed our dish and decoder.

Today is Thursday.  THURSDAY.  AND WE STILL HAVEN’T GOT A NEW ONE!

DOES HE NOT REALISE HOW MANY TV SHOWS I’VE MISSED?

Eastenders every weekday.  The Lying Game on Sunday. Jerseylicious on Tuesday.  A new show that started on Tuesday last week (can’t remember what it’s called).  White Collar tonight.  Ringer tonight.  Desperate Housewives tonight.

On the plus side, I’ve been reading a lot.  Absolute nonsense, total trash – but still reading.  Not really the point though, is it?

WHY DOESN’T HE EVER BLOODY LISTEN TO ME?