Deal Breaker

"They're prepared to give you £1,000 under your asking price but...." said the estate agent, stalling.

"But?" I asked on baited breath.

"But they want the wardrobes and...."

"Yes and?" I asked impatiently.

"The telly."

"The telly?!" said Chris on receipt of the news. "No way. Not the telly."

So after almost a year on the market it's the telly that could be the potential deal breaker.

It's totally chavtastic. Our living room isn't what you'd call big and so it dominates the entire room. Go to any deprived estate in the country and you're sure to see the exact same make and model by peering through a few front windows.

I'd go as far to say it's actually Chris's best friend. Ever since we had it installed (with him insisting that we must have Sky+ and HD, which enrages me every time I think about it) it's been a constant source of comfort for my husband. After a long day at work he comes home, cracks open a can of Stella's finest and then just sits. And sits. Until it's time to go to bed.

Well this year I've told him in no uncertain terms that things are changing. We will not be sitting in front of the television for hours on end, we will actually do stuff. Be it going for a walk (Chris cannot see any perceptible benefit of this), going to the cinemas or even to the pub for a drink. Anything to get away from that damned front room. As long as we're back in time for CBB...