Lo, she is a terrible Goddess has to be adored, whether she wants to be or not, and has to receive very fine and expensive offerings.
I have to work the video recorder.
This was a collective decision - when we collected it the TG said "You're in charge".
I was so gob smacked I agreed without thinking about it clearly.
There are no technical problems - it has Video+ for setting recording times in the future and a red button for immediate use.
The problem is remembering to record.
Take last night, par example [bi-lingual? - moi?].
There was a programme that needed recording as we went to bed. I remembered earlier in the evening to make sure there was a blank tape in the recorder and that the correct channel was selected. All I had to do was press the red button when we retired au lit [Sylvie, you've got to be impressed avec that]. (I can imagine exactly how impressed she'll be, nearly as impressed as I am.... yawn. Lo,TG Ed)
I got distracted by watching a little bit of fluff (FLUFF! Have you been slacking? Lo,TG Ed) blowing across the wooden floor and then went to bed WITHOUT PRESSING THE LITTLE RED BUTTON.
This morning the TG is refusing to speak to me, which I thought might be quite pleasant but actually it's very unsettling.
I tried to point out that I've successfully recorded loads of stuff over the years and that we never watch it all anyway - there seems to be a 'thing' that after a certain amount of time has elapsed we tape over what we've recorded and haven't watched; just to have recorded it is enough. [It's a bit like left overs in the fridge. "Don't fancy that today" and when you do, it's covered in green mould and can actually walk from the fridge to the bin on it's own.]
I don't know if I can take the responsibility much longer - it's a real worry.
(It doesn't really matter whether it's been recorded or not - I work on the principle of 'Give the naughty ones a job to do.' It's ok by the way, as you know, he can't see this, it's in brackets. Lo,TG Ed)
