We got our first TV in the fifties. I remember it being
installed with a big aerial shaped like an X on the chimney. As I recall, we were one of the first on our street - something
to do with an uncle being in the trade, the boozer who once dropped the
Christmas cake in the chip pan, but that’s another story.
If Mum had known what was coming, I’m sure
she’d have put her foot down.