It is mostly the same here. We do have another TV, a small one on the wall in the kitchen-diner, which I might put on whilst I am cooking, but it is not suitable to go and sit down to watch in the evening. There is no aerial point in the “garden room”. So it is not so easy to resolve.
He sulks if I insist on watching something, usually some sort of documentary, though will tolerate Michael Portillo’s railways, as long as it doesn’t interfere with his antiques programmes or endless repeats we’ve seen a hundred time.
Yet he falls asleep during new programmes we have both chosen to watch. No wonder he watches repeats: he might eventually catch a whole programme!