I watch TV at two kinds of places--parents' home (mine or Ruslan's, all the same) or hospitals. What the two have in common is that there is not much other entertainment available, although parent's home beats the hospital in the quality of food by a large margin.
Until quite recently, Boris was so disinterested in watching TV that I worried (secretly) that I am raising a sociopath. Then he warmed up to Teletubbies and Bob the Builder, so no worries anymore.
Now that he is back in hospital and that I'm staying with him almost all day, we get to watch a lot of TV. This is what we have on the menu:
1. Cartoons on Minimax channel (dubbed in Hungarian)
2. American reality-type shows such as Supernanny and Next (dubbed in Hungarian)
3. Hungarian soaps
The choice depends entirely on the age of the person monopolizing the remote control.
Today Boris looked at me a bit puzzled and asked, "Bob the Builder speaks Hungarian...?" That I can deal with, but yesterday I saved myself a lot of explaining when he got up to pee just at the moment when two guys started smooching all over the screen in a dating show. Hell, I'm not ready for that! I had enough trouble trying to explain a while ago why I can't buy him a bra.
Anyway, just wanted to tell you all that Boris is slowly getting better but it might be a while until he is fully recovered. We will have to stay in the hospital for at least 4-5 more days, maybe longer. I'm trying to catch up with bloggy readings in the evenings when I come back home but I am usually so brain-dead that I can't leave meaningful comments, so do forgive me!
And at least while I am away Ruslan is here to entertain you and I'm sure he will do a great job :)
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