What On Earth Has A TV Got To Do With Death?

I burst into tears.

15 days after my husband’s death, and I was alone in the house for the first time. I settled down on what used to be his chair with my TV dinner on my lap, ready to switch on. Picking up the remote, I pressed the button. It didn’t come up with the normal screen – and I didn’t know what to do next.

tvFind out what I did, and what role the tv actually played here at my blogpost for the Kicking the Bucket Festival in Oxford over this weekend and the next 10 days:


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