Thanks for popping in. Late back from my parents. Decided to spend some time with them – not least because they have moved from Virgin to Sky, and the whole TV-dish-modem-internet-phone process was taking place today, some time between 8am and 1pm. Which it duly did. All done and dusted, (even behind the telly!) and such a much MUCH better deal!
Why did they decided to migrate? The catalyst came when they just could not find HOCHANDA to watch our birthday weekend in September. There had been an update or a Freeview shift or something, and none of us could get it fired up for more than 24 hours without it disappearing again! Mum was so distressed about it, and that no doubt did nothing to improve Dad’s weekend! You can imagine the Sky engineer’s face when all we were looking for was HOCHANDA!! “Well, you’ve got the full package here: sky sport, sky movies…” “That’s great, but can we find HOCHANDA?” Says Mum.
Well then the fun began. The remote (correction: remotes. Four. Two for each TV set. One for Mum, one for Dad) come with a little voice recognition button on the side. “No probs,” says the young engineer. “Just press the button and say the name of what you want to watch or which channel.” Off he trotted on his white steed. Aka white van. An hour later, Mum, Dad and I were rolling around in front of the telly, splitting our sides. This voice recognition has clearly never heard Mum’s German accent. Added to which neither of them can pronounce HOCHANDA correctly anyway! So we were on a hiding to nowhere! “Ok. Forget HOCHANDA. Ask it for another programme” I suggested. “Question Time,” my Mum shouted at the box, because by now we had decided she needed to be louder, too. Nothing could be simpler, right? Well, not. We were speed dialled straight through to all the God channels. Christian Time was what it picked up. It was like a Monty Python sketch. Honestly, comedy gold. Then Dad tried, because he’d had enough of us two giggle pots; and when he held the remote to his ear like a telephone I just lost it.
Sky? I highly recommend it. Especially if you need a good laugh. Haven’t had that magic when you just can’t stop for a long time.
Anyway, I left them to it. I heard Mum say to Dad, “Surely we must be able to press the buttons like the old days, John!” He’ll probably tell her she needs to keep practicing. That’s one way of controlling what they watch!
Time to call it a day. No TV for me! I never watch the box when I’m on my own. Don’t know how to use the remote!!!!
Love & Hugs,