When my first husband died I found myself for almost the first time of my life in charge of the television. This was a novelty because I was free to explore...to watch things I'd never seen before or even imagined existed, and as I found myself wide wake most nights for the first year of widowhood my reach extended into some very unlikely territory.
Late night viewing included Jerry Springer, Oprah, Judge somebody or other....astonishing stuff for me..I had no idea that personal confrontation as entertainment existed!
I looked in on the shopping channels ..I even bought somethings late at night when no one else was watching. ...I became very self indulgent and enjoyed the whole process.
Once I'd got totally involved with the church then I slept like a log...there was no need to stay up half the night watching other peoples misery. I admit though that I occasionally trespassed into Big Brother and Jungle capers....all in the spirit of intellectual curiosity of course.
Once ordained I was just too busy and went to bed early most nights to have enough energy to cope with the next day.
Marriage came next to the Church warden...and once again watching the TV became a negotiating exercise.
It took quite a while before we sorted it all out amicably. Us old people are set in our ways!
He sleeps through anything of mine he doesn't understand....West Wing defeated him completely, there were too many characters and too many sub plots. I still have the last two seasons untouched!
If he is watching sport or scientific programs I tweet....amongst other things but an amicable agreement has been reached....
Thank goodness we both like Emmerdale and Corrie! There is other common ground too but the darker, arcane side of the box is never visited these days....
Just as well I suppose.....when people are hurting as badly as they are right now I'd rather not be witness to misery on the box.