Coronation Street still exists!

My parents are away in the Midlands this week taking care of my sister who underwent surgery on Monday and as a consequence Tilly and I have this whole house to ourselves.

Three floors of freedom to do as we wish, no one else to consider, no creeping up and down stairs in the wee small hours trying to miss the floor board that always creaks outside my slumbering parents bedroom door, eat when we like and what we like, sit on the computer unendingly and generally 'revert to type'.

Don't get me wrong living with my parents has it's benefits and it's kinda lonely and quiet by ourselves but a few days of 'living my way' is also a nice change.

The strangest thing is this: When everyone is here in situ I never watch television, I mean never and yet each evening since I have been here alone, when the hands of the clock hit 7.30 I seem to automatically gravitate to the television to watch Coronation Street....and then stay glued to the infernal machine for the rest of the evening, books and computer abandoned in favour of staring transfixed by the moving wallpaper in a state of apparently minimal consciousness!

I can't say I haven't enjoyed this lazy pursuit, it is kind of relaxing and how I lived (ok, apparently very easily) without knowing the most recent traumas in Corrie for so many months is a mystery but what on earth is it about television that
turns one back into that strange state of lobotomised idiocy in an instant?!

Oh, and apparently Nigella was doing her stuff on a different
channel last night, I do hope you guys didn't miss that treat! ;o)

.........ok, I must employ a little self discipline this evening and discover where I left my book!