So I had to admit defeat this week when the only channel I had actually managed to tune my TV into had now disappeared. So I had no option but to call out Jim Antennas to come take a look at the problem, but I have to say I didn't hold out much hope for the guy - I had already tried everything already.
Mr Antenna arrived and told me if he managed to fix the problem it would be a $95 fee, I nodded and wished him luck. He had a good look at the socket and sadly agreed with my prognosis, there was indeed absolutely NO signal. So he unplugged the cable and moved a book I had leaning against the wall about 10cm further along and put the cable into the OTHER socket. Perfect reception!
DO NOT SAY A WORD!
If you think my week could not get any more embarrassing I also stacked it on the scooter in the middle of the shops - flat out sprawled on the pavement, 2 grazed knees and 1 elbow. Bless the woman who came running to my aid asking if I was hurt - I laughingly replied "only my pride". The Kid burst into tears at my side assuming I was DEAD. I think I may have given birth to a bit of drama queen (when I mentioned this to her she stomped off saying "I am NOT a pyjama queen").
Ive spent the rest of the week keeping my head down, catching up on my knitting and looking forward to a nice long Easter break coming up.