I was rudely awoken in the guest room of my parents house this morning at 11am.
“Dean, are you awake?” asked my mum
“Guess I am now”, I replied.
“Good, Nick is coming around to pick the TV up for his gran in ten minutes, can you put it on the hallway for him”.
So I casually awoke, got out of bed and lifted the small portable TV to the floor.
“Oh no not that one, the big one, your old TV”
My old TV?….you mean the TV that I left here last year as it was too big to fit in the removal van, the TV that had been with me for five years?.
“Yes that one”, pointed my mum.
It turns out that my mum had agreed to give this TV away to her best friends mother who is 89. Not one to begrudge an old lady a TV I sadly looked at the hulking great box and felt a bit heavy hearted. Sure I had since replaced this TV with a 37″ LCD Widescreen TV. Sure I now had surround sound and its hooked up to an X-Box 360 but this old TV was like a good friend.
It was the first TV I ever purchased on my own, and back in 2003 even cost more than the newer model I now owned. This TV was the peacemaker when I had an arugment with my ex girlfriend. It was also the perfect excuse to escape to a different world when my ex had her friends around, just plug in and transport yourself to a new world.
This was also the TV I dragged home from Dixons on the tube, in the pouring rain. It was more than a TV it was an old friend.
I hope that this 89 year old lady has just as much enjoyment with it as I did, just don’t try and lift it, I still have the scar.
I will miss you old friend.
You are always more than “Just a TV”
