Three months without tv

No TV for three months. I can highly recommend it. No annoyingly grinning Rutte, no Gerrie with a jet car late at night on a deserted square in the rain, no Jinek. But also no Have I Got News For You, or Mock The Week. 

However, Friday evening, the day after we got home, the TV gods decided otherwise and sent out a heavy thunderstorm, with a huge bang, really close by. That was fatal for both our 20-year-old Sony and the only two-year-old FritzBox internet router, and very frightening for Zoomba. I still had a backup of the router, but not of the TV. Zoomba was shaking behind the couch; hopefully that won't last.

Look, here's the old TV, still on its special stand that belongs with the cabinets. In Amsterdam, this TV still managed to scratch enormously into the marmoleum because it was still in its box, was incredibly heavy, and had thick iron staples on the bottom. Twenty years later, that still hurts a bit.

But technology advances, and where this one used to have a three-quarter-meter-deep cabinet, there are now flat TVs just six inches deep. With fun lights on the side, for a fraction of the price.

So we're going to have to accept it too.

4k UHD 43" 10000Hz HDMI 46W <0.3W standby, with built-in satellite—what more could you ask for?

It took some grumbling and cursing, because after an hour of trying, the Wi-Fi still wouldn't work. Only after turning it all the way off and back on again did it finally work. So now we also have "Uitzending Gemist" (Missing Broadcast), so we don't miss a thing.

Am I happy with that?

And, this TV doesn't have an off button!