Box Set Mania

The autumn nights are drawing in and winter is on its way.  It’s time to close the curtains, batten down the hatches and watch TV.  Hooray for box sets.  They solve the problems of the world in ten easy episodes all watched (if you want) back to back with no interruptions.  No waiting a whole week for the next episode. No daydreaming at work day wondering who the murder is or if a certain ex-marine was finally about to be revealed as a traitor.

Absent Husband and I discovered box sets over the dismal summer. (Obviously this was before the Olympics started).  We bought the entire series of three different shows we missed when they were on TV originally.  We became obsessed and often watched multiple episodes into the early hours.  Eldest Son came home from a party to find us in the same position on the sofa where he had left us six hours earlier.

The trouble is that they have ruined me for real time episodes.  I no longer want to wait until next week.  I get annoyed with the 168 hours in between.  I can’t be left like this, hanging on a cliff for seven days.

I was going to write my recent column in The Advertiser about the conflicting parenting advice going around at the moment.  Some parents are of the hands on variety and others are the opposite.   But in the end I was too busy watching a box set.  I must be of the opposite then.    So consequently my column became one about the glories of box sets instead.

 

One word of warning though - don't watch Danish box sets when jet lagged.  It's quite tricky to read subtitles when you are dropping off to sleep.  However, if you suffer from insomnia, this could well be a good way of putting you to sleep.