Why not turn off the television...

So, I have come to the end of my television free week and I thought it would be useful to have a ponder over how it actually went.

The summary is that it was fantastic, easy, refreshing and peaceful.

I am not sure if it was easier because I had already planned four evenings of social engagements with friends, or if I would have found it a doddle anyway, but either way it was fun all round.

After a shaky start with flu-like symptoms at the weekend, the week got better with me finding time to catch up with old friends. The evenings that I did spend at home, I found myself being able to spend more time with 21st C Dad and not spend too much time using blogging as a substitute. Although by the end of the week, I was obviously full of enough energy to turn my hand to becoming the local neighbourhood busy-body.

So how did the other members of the family get on? The children accepted the fact that the TV was broken. I'm not sure I agree with their request for daddy to buy a new one. However, after the weekend, they didn't mention it again and just got on with playing with their toys or going out for walks in the rain and jumping in puddles.

My plan completely collapsed when I forgot to bring our babysitter in on the plan. When I returned home from a workshop one afternoon, I found them glued to the TV.

The response to my over-exaggerated cbeebies style comment "How on earth did you fix the TV?", my eldest replied "Silly mummy, it was just unplugged at the back".

Clever mummy thinks...next time, I'll take the fuse out!

Oh I nearly forgot 21st C Dad.... He's used the time to practice his solitaire skills and on Saturday night we celebrated with a recording of the last episode of Doctor Who.

However, the TV has been off since and I think it will continue to be so.