You may not want to waste your time reading my TV epic 
ixion your stories are so funny. Here's a picture or two to remind you of Wagon Train.
Grammaretto I'm shocked by how much I do recall. We moved house just before my 13th birthday before which Iād seen only the Coronation in 1953 and the occasional Popeye or Felix cartoon, courtesy of our next-door neighbour who had a TV.
After the move, it took my parents a long time even to rent a TV and longer still to buy one which they did when colour became economically viable, though most shows were still in B&W.
Dad loved the westerns shown at weekends, so I watched with him. TV finished early evening, the picture fading slowly to a dot.
Because I preferred reading and painting (both of which my parents scorned) I couldnāt see the attraction of watching a screen. I was told off for, "treating this house like an hotel" . Odd phrase because to me hotels were places where you relaxed and did as you pleased. I was once unwise enough to say so and got my ears boxed.
I had no time for comedies, game shows or soaps, though I did watch a few episodes of Z Cars (Mainly for Fancy Smith) and to please my mother when Dad was working late, watched a few Coronation St, with her. Ena, Martha and Minnie were unlikely stars. I knew Violet Carson from Listen with Mother. As Ena Sharples she was totally different from my imagined, gentle storyteller. 
Much later, I actually liked The Krypton Factor and University Challenge which in those early days had such easy questions, even I knew many of the answers.
My parents had no interest in those nor would they watch anything which might have reference to kissing or body parts and the appalling Benny Hill was anathema.
Should forbidden subjects or even a hint, come up unexpectedly, my father would leap from his chair to switch off while both parents muttered about the world being disgusting.
Some body parts were exempt, I watched (alone) Your Life in Their Hands - a spectator to various fascinating operations, presented by the brilliant Jonathan Miller.
So my parents loved television and found it relaxing whereas I found it an irritation.
I still do but now Iām told many more people share that opinion
When we moved to Cornwall, someone gave us a television, the screen of which rolled upwards at frequent intervals but as I had worked at the Baird factory, I could repair televisions, so that lasted us about a year.
Neither of my sons have ever found TV particularly interesting.
Once DS2 grew out of cartoons he was as indifferent as his brother. Both find it manipulative. They always had better things to do.
Only when I was babysitting for people, something I did often in those days to make a bit of extra cash (I was happy to sit from 5pm to the early hours if necessary and few were) did I switch on their TV as a break from whatever I was reading.
(I could easily finish a book in 2-3 hours).
Occasionally I hit on something good. Does anyone remember the beautifully designed House of Elliot?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbhP1pd_o3I
Sorry folks, the reminiscences ran away with me.
hope you feel better soon. 
