So, there I was, relaxing in my favourite cardigan, on our very comfy new sofa, gripped by the quality Danish viewing that is Borgen. But it felt odd. Not because I live oh-such-a-busy-life and never get chance to watch television. No, it’s because a strange thing has happened to me. I have lost the knack of TV.
Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s no posturing going on here. My little boy gets more than a good quota of it per week and I can recite The Smurfs backwards.
And as I was growing up, I loved television. From Rentaghost through to My So Called Life and Sex and the City, there’s always been a defining programme.
I’m not trying to pull the “I really don’t watch television” look. In fact, I think these days quality TV is where it’s at. Excited conversations between people whose opinions I am really interested spring up about the latest show and I feel horribly left out – hence Borgen on IPlayer.
But the idea of sitting down to watch a programme for an hour just doesn’t draw me in anymore. I find my mind wandering, I check my phone, browse on line or do the ironing. In fact, I am suspicious that the only reason I got through so many well-crafted episodes of the Danish drama (why can’t we have her as PM?) is because a) I was mildly incapacitated and b) the sub-titles meant I had to give it my full attention.
In truth, my escapism of choice now is reading, and here’s my theory as to why. I am definitely not a control freak. I think there’s only room for one in a relationship and it’s not yours truly. I am so laid back I’m horizontal about most things, but I think when you have children certain shifts take place in your personality, even if they are imperceptible to the naked eye. Now, the one area I do like to have control of is where my attention gets directed. To be forced and sit and view for an hour doesn’t work for me anymore.....but to pick up a book as and when I chose, well, it just does.