The AFL season is in full swing. At this time of year my wife can often be found glued to the TV muttering furiously at the screen as the local teams oscillate between victory and defeat.
But it’s July again, so now the footie has a rival for the eyeballs - one we both like to follow - the mighty Tour de France. It now begins at 6.30 and runs through until after midnight or whenever we buckle under the strain and fall asleep...
And if that wasn't enough of a conflict of interest, the dreaded Wimblebonk tennis tournament then begins and two weeks of grassy combat gets under way. Hours and hours of it every day... And she does love a bit of plink-plonk…
I can’t even escape outside to contemplate the stars - we’re in the grip of the wettest local spell for months.
I may have to take up reading again…
Anybody else's household having a similar dilemma??