This week we decided to take it to be repaired. The man put it on his bench and connected it while we were there.
“Strange,” he mused, “ir’s not a fault I’ve seen before. Leave it with me and I’ll ring you within 48 hours.”
Yesterday he telephoned to say he could repair it for 75 euros. It was not as bad as he had feared but ‘did we have a cat because they had found evidence of liquid. . . .?’
“You mean a cat has done a pee in the television?” I asked.
“Erm, yes. It’s quite possible.”
“Well we do have six of them so it’s highly likely.”
We collected it today and the man explained how he had cleaned it all inside.
“Our repairs are guaranteed for three months,” he announced as we left.
“Even against cats?”
So who’s the guilty party I wonder.
Parsley likes sitting on the computer monitor,
or in the laundry basket.
The twins prefer to share an armchair.
Chloe likes a radiator.
Toby patrols to keep all the girls in order,
but suspect number one is Holly, as she spends quite a lot of time on the boxes behind the television.