Life is far too interesting to watch soap operas, I have decided.
You might find yourself in any given week, for example, realising that Eric Morecambe used to live on the same street as your sister. Or that your friend has just got a gay Hungarian au pair who cooks and cleans without being asked. Or that it is perfectly normal for a deaf lady to teach babies – who cannot walk or speak English – how to swim.
Life is too exciting to watch television. Except perhaps when breast-feeding and having lunch at the same time. But I wish they would make soap operas more believable. I mean, how often do strangers stop and have conversations?
This week I counted at least five, it must be said. And one of them used to live next door to Eric.