On Friday evening we settled down to watch Doc Martin, an hour-long light-hearted drama on ITV (the commercial channel). I say 'we settled down' ...
In the first interval Husband got up to get a drink. (I should explain that I either sit on the floor at Husband's feet or on the sofa with my feet on him so every time he gets up he disturbs me.) In the second interval it was yogurt and a chocolate bar he wanted; in the third he needed a pee.
Meanwhile George, not even attending to the intervals made me get up four times, to let him out, to let him in, to let him out, and to let him in again.
Even when we watch BBC, thanks to the wonders of the digibox we can pause even live sport (how do they do that?!). I daren't attempt to watch a film: can you imagine the number of disruptions?
Tonight I confiscated the remote control.