G'Durned DAB Radio

Something I am not so thankful for is KT's DAB radio...

We are of the opinion that living by the docks is the reason we often can't get a signal from the dratted thing. Just at the bottom of the hill that KT lives on are huge cranes that move position almost constantly, which is why, we think, we can often sit there for ages, moving the aerial about and staring miserably at the signal display as it flits somewhere between 'no NO SIGNAL' and '33', '36', '23', '37'! - then back to 'NO SIGNAL' again.

We came back from holiday with colds. Being the man of the family, obviously KT's cold is the worst, which means that feeling ill yourself is no excuse. He wanted to listen to the Ashes on his radio and I knew two things. There would be 'NO SIGNAL' and that he would fall asleep anyway. It didn't matter, he wanted his radio on and tuned in for it, and so, I found myself at almost 11 at night (I had hoped he would forget) searching for the adapter for it as we'd taken it away with us and it had gone missing. I ended up making a heck of a mess looking for it, trying to get it in time for the start of the cricket so that he wouldn't be all grouchy, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Then, inspiration struck, and I got dressed over my pj's, slipped on a pair of his shoes and went out into the wettest, windiest night to go look in the van. Within minutes, I had the adapter in my hand and a grimace on my face - I had asked KT if he'd checked the box we have in the van for things and he'd said yes, yet there it was, within easy reach. I slopped back inside, stripped off the wet stuff, attempted to plug in his radio but discovered that the plug I wanted was too far away, so I had to move his chair and charger, then plugged the damned thing in. It was 11.15pm already. KT turned into a sloth. He moved this. Patted that. Flicked this. I sat on the bed and stared balefully at him and the radio. I wanted to scream out 'For Goodness Sake! I don't feel well either but I just destroyed the flat and got soaked and windswept for you, so turn the damned thing on!" ... I didn't though.

When he did eventually turn it on at 11.30pm, the inevitable happened. 'NO SIGNAL'. He tried, in his new found slothful state to find a signal, but failed. I tried and managed to find one, but only by placing it on his back at a very strange angle. Perfect signal - all in the 90's baby, yeah. I lay back, feeling smug and feeling like the sunglass wearing smiley on a certain IM - all warm and glowing and ready to sleep. He shifted, the signal faltered. I wiggled the radio about and refound it. A minute later, he shifted again and the signal was lost forever. KT gave in to sleep and started snoring.

I still love him, but oooo I was frustrated that night!