Graham and I were talking about DVD box sets yesterday (on the phone). We seem to have rather a lot of them and he was wondering if there are many more before we run out of prospects.
“Well, there’s always The Waltons,” I quipped.
“My point exactly,” he said. “What kind of lunatic would waste money on that cr*p?”
“Well, there’s me.”
“You don’t count. You buy CDs of bagpipe music. And Greek bouzouki.”
“You forgot flamenco guitar and Indian classical music.”
“Well, there you are, then.”
Meantime, I’d been tip-tapping away on Amazon. ”Oh. You’re quite safe. There doesn’t seem to be a Waltons boxed set.”
“Good.”
“Meanie.”
Later in the day I was checking a reference on YouTube and found that there is a Waltons channel, and rather a lot of episodes, in ten minute chunks. I watched one, just out of curiosity, and found my eyes going all misty on me. It was like coming home to family.
So, I went on general search, tracked down a source of ‘The Complete Waltons‘, and ordered it. I shall tell Graham it’s for my birthday.
Later on still, watching the TV news, I came to think that perhaps, in these straitened times, I ought not to waste cash on such trivia. I could hear my mother: ”There are children in Africa who’d be grateful for food like that. Eat up your dinner.” She was right on waste, but a little wobbly on her choice of wise sayings.
Well, yes. That’s the approach I’ve always taken to waste. But I’m not sure it applies any more. Cash sitting in the bank provides employment for no-one other than fat bankers. When I spend it, I’m helping ordinary folks make a living.
So, leaving aside the money I set aside in jugs on the dresser for things like milk bills, I shall continue spending, within sensible limits, when I have the urge. Bankers get far too much as it is.
Besides. They don’t make TV like that anymore:
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