Finish work, eat, slump, channel flick, sleep. Most of my evenings followed this pattern until my partner took the drastic action of cutting the plug off the TV, brandishing it wildly like the scalp of a confounding enemy.
I was initially horrified - "I need the telly for work!" "Gok Wan is not work" "He is! He's part of the zeitgeist! I'm a writer and I need to be connected" - but giving up television was a smart decision.
Instead of restricting our conversations to what needs cleaning, who is doing what at the weekend and "Where did you put the thing?", we have talked more about what makes us happy, where we want our lives to be and taken the time to listen to each other. I can't remember the last time we had a row. Living in Brighton meant we could make the most of the late summer evenings and started taking long walks along the seafront. I can't say it has made me much fitter, but it has made me feel healthier.
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