Our relationship with our photos had become unhealthy

To explain, the Big Computer has been moved from the nursery/storeroom/office/unfinished-or-unstarted-projects-room/spare bedroom down to the sittingroom/diningroom/playroom/kitchen/always-needs-to-be-tidied-room and is now the telly. Instead of being hunched over a phone, I watched the World Cup in 24-inch glory, like a normal person.
Having said that, it was the RTÉ Player, so there was the odd anomaly every few minutes or so. But, by and large, it’s the telly I never had for a while. It is a provocative gesture, practically daring the Government to bring in a broadcasting tax to replace the TV licence.