There is pretty much wall-to-wall football on television, even though we have been knocked out in the first round. Yet it still dominates the air waves. No-one in our house is the least interested, so I switch on hoping for something else. What else is there? Tennis for the next fortnight.
The only other thing we can't stand is the adverts, so that rules out Channels 3 and 4. By this time I am totally tired of looking for anything so I do what I should have done in the first place. Switch off.
Have we become so reliant upon television to fill our waking hours that we have forgotten how to find other things to do? Usually the farmer and I watch the antiques programme over our afternoon tea, followed by the News and the local News. Then we switch off and once the farmer has had his shower we tend to play Rummikub. A night without a few games of Rummikub is a rare thing indeed in this household.
If you don't know the game, which is rather like the card game Gin Rummy but played with counters, I do urge you to buy a set before the Winter sets in. We were introduced to it by our Dutch friends F and R when they came to see us. When we went to the Netherlands we bought a set for ourselves and we have played it ever since.
Sad how games have died out isn't it? I have spoken here about Pencil and Paper games before, but there are also games like Chess, Monopoly, Draughts, Dominos and the like. When I first moved up here almost thirty years ago Domino drives were a great feature of Winter Friday evenings when you could find one to go to somewhere in the Dales most weeks. And the home-cooking in the interval was also well worth going for. Now I rarely see one advertised - presumably because nobody wants to go any more.
When I look even further back, to when I was young, then the Saturday night dances were all the rage. We would spend hours getting ready to go and then share a taxi into the nearest town (in my case Lincoln) to go to either The Co-op Hall or the Drill Hall to dance the night away (under strict instructions from our parents to share a taxi home too and to never accept a lift home from a boy with a car or a motor bike). Times have changed. Where does boy meet girl these days - wish I had five pounds for every marriage in my generation when the couple first met on the dance floor!