Rubbish.

That's what my day has been.

The telly went tit's-up at the weeked, it started making a clicking noise and by investigating the back I realised that there was a tiny spark being produced inside the gubbins, some investigation online revealed that it's caused by a 'dry solder' and needed repair. It's only 4 years old - widescreen - but really large and heavy, in fact too large for my small front room. I went down to the TV repair shop in Ore but they are on holiday for 3 weeks. In the end I though 'fuck it' and put it on freecycle - it was gone in an hour - after about 8 people answered the add without reading it.

I then tried to hook up the little portable with a digital box - to no avail.... it refused to accept either of them. I can now get 3 chanels via a snowstorm.

Hastings.... birthplace of television... worst signal in the UK. Rubbish.

I've had a shit day all round, and I feel a bit flu-ish again. I'm really crankie and bad tempered.... everythig I touch goes wrong and I can't see the good side in anything, although I made quite a nice pasta dinner and the CO-OP s selling Innocent Smooties for £2 per litre, and my broadband connection - which I PAY FOR, is shit - really slow, really fucking slow.

Rubbish day.