My one year old son Joshua delights with playing with mobile phones and TV controls. Thus poor Sam Antar got a 3 AM call from me in New York when my son managed to press a few buttons in the right order. Just a few minutes ago I got a phone reminder of something important. I do not actually know how to set such a reminder but Joshua has managed it. At least it was not at 2.58 AM like last time.
He has also fiddled with the remote controls for the TV and done something I just cannot unscramble. The net result is that the only channel I can now watch is BBC 1. God, how have I sinned? The Mrs is away until Friday night so until then no Frasier, Midsomer, Lewis, Dalziel & Pascoe, The Sweeney, Morse. Instead it is just fake news and annoying overpaid luvvies preaching at me. It is either a preview of hell or a good excuse to catch up on some work.