I’m up, up and at ’em. Woke without my alarm for the first time in ages, which is a treat. Had myself an early night, counted some sheep, and it seems to have done the trick. However, there is some shade to this light (there’s no such thing as light without shade). I’ve sat down with a coffee and a cereal bar, all ready to put the news on, and I can’t get the tv to work. Honestly, there’s not a day goes by when I can’t work something, whether it’s the tv, the computer, the fan controllers (don’t ask me), the speakers, the internet or the bloody hoover (the other day, I couldn’t get the hoover plug to fit in the socket – the boy had to use pliers and all sorts). Things just fail at my touch and I haven’t got the logic to put them right (which is where the boy comes in, every day). Dare I wake him and say the dreaded: I can’t work the tv?