Good things walk away, and the path back to them is in the loft.
Television that's confusing is no use. That's why certain TV channels are avoided. Doom and buddy Gloom are right out.
Chances are, gloomy stories are going to stick in the mind of a dementia sufferer. By that, I mean...
Going by my fucking luck, gloomy stuff will stick in the mind.
The TV has its share of free channels. So far, so good.
That TV used to have an aerial. It still exists. An indoor aerial, up in the loft.
Satellite TV removed the need for that aerial. But the aerial was still there. The new TV connected to both. At the flick of the remote control, it was easy to jump from one set of satellite channels to the same set of channels using the TV's inbuilt system...provided the aerial stayed connected.
Was there any point to the duplication of effort? No. The indoor aerial turned into an unnecessary stumbling-block in the loft.
I dismantled the obstacle and removed the cabling. No big deal.
Until this week, when a very handy TV channel left satellite and stayed on the aerial service only.
The channel I found, and used as part of caring for a dementia sufferer, played music and images.
Often, the actual pop video went with the song.
Occasionally, montage videos played for certain tunes.
This was a useful channel. Playing heavily on nostalgia. No presenters. A few ad-breaks.
Crucially, no breaks for the news: doom, torment, sadness, gloom, misery, or pictures once seen that can't be unseen. No news is good news.
A damned handy channel, bringing back musical memories throughout the decades, going all the way up to five minutes ago. Audio stimulus, visual content, and a gloom-free workout for the brain.
Well, the channel jumped ship. It's still around, on the TV's digital aerial service. If I plug the aerial back in. After I reassemble it. In the loft.
As this was the best channel for nostalgia, and I'm talking about Vintage TV, I feel I have to go into the loft and thread cable through two floors.
What fun.
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