Plasma pain

Not offline yet. And not a millionairess either. The Prince was going crazy over the mysterious email from Camelot. His computer had saved my National Lotto details and he discovered I'd only won a tenner.

Got to look on the bright side though, that’s paid for the last two months’ subscriptions.

The sun has come out in London and people are smiling again. The Prince and I aren’t working today. He’s happy because he’s bought a 37 inch plasma television.

For a man who three years ago thought nothing of paying a builder £35 to hang a picture, he now uses a drill on a regular basis after I showed him how. However, he still has a habit of breaking them mid use.

Last night, after mastering the Japanese instructions to mount the tilting bracket to hold the plasma on the wall, he broke the second drill in as many months. Thank God he did though as it was terribly late, Rosie had woken up and the house was juddering so much I thought it would cause subsidence.

The plasma’s been a pain. On Saturday he bought a 32 inch one from a place in London Bridge that says it’s the cheapest anywhere. When he got it home he discovered he could have saved £100 by buying on the internet. So yesterday we squashed into the tiny car and drove back there to return it.

The Prince became a blithering idiot. He didn’t know which one to get – the one with speakers at the back and a better picture, or the bigger one with good picture and good sound.

“How about the latter in the smaller size?” I suggested.
“It doesn’t exist,” he said.
“How about this?” I said. “I’ll agree to the super-dooper one if you agree to a second baby?”
He said “no” – just like that. I still agreed to the big one.

I'm always compromising. It feels he never does. About a year ago the Prince spotted a revolting red leather cinema suite in DFS. It was a sofa made up of three reclining armchairs in a row with silver beer holders in between each one. He said at the time “you agree to this, I’ll give you another baby.” I agreed of course but then his grandmother gave us an L-shaped sofa instead and the second baby pledge was promptly forgotton.

Hey ho.