TV Face

Day two of bizarre injury recovery at home, mainly because I couldn't wear clothes because of the continued ouch....(and I'd get sacked if I went to work in a bra - last week in the job notwithstanding -  or at the very least make my work colleagues head to A&E themselves for some therapy). 

And at night, I was treated to Tess's judgement face, brought down on all the utter sh*t*  TV programmes that stream into the living room.  Which is pretty much all TV programmes. Except Parks and Rec. Still love that. This is also reminiscent of my middle aged wifies "WTF face" when one of Tess' awful kids programmes is on. Those squeaky voiced nasal American Disney and Nickelodeon 21 year old actresses pretending to be 13 make me want to throw something at the TV. Almost as much as I want to throw something at Clint Eastwood  every time one of the kid's frenetic channel hopping sessions briefly touches down on ITV3.....STOP WHISPERING EASTWOOD!

What's that you say? What about Downtown Abbey, Gogglebox and cheesy disaster movies??? Totally sky plussing those babies, 'course I am.