On The Box

Hey Fithri, it's Aunty Tina on the TV! I found myself shouting in the late afternoon. And so it was: Noi's younger sister Rozanah expounding on her techniques for producing high quality ceramics in the factory across the road from Mak's house, on the site where Nenek's old house used to be. So there were the three of us, Noi herself rushing in from our bedroom, admiring the poise of Rozanah as interlocuter and just how nice all her bowls and stuff looked.

And all this quite by accident. We've been without our Mio tv for a few months, the previous box having given up the ghost late last year. Finally we went to the trouble of picking up a new one, or, rather, Rozita did that for us, and even more finally Fifi and I rigged it up this afternoon to link it to Hakim's super-size telly currently occupying our living room. So now we've got rather more than 57 channels (and nothing on, as The Boss had it back in the 90s when I didn't actually really understand his mordant criticism of modern culture.)

Nice to see someone familiar on the box, but hope this doesn't happen too regularly. It takes all the magic out of the silver screen somehow. Not that it's silver now, or ever was, of course.