I am at my parents' house. I love them dearly, but every time I come I am reminded why I find the place "uninhabitable" — once the TV is on, it takes over the entire (open plan) space, and the only sanctuary of sanity is a bedroom. Even then, there are all the intrusive jingles of TV quiz shows.
I can relate Martin. My Mother has lived with me for years now. Love her dearly. The auditory ambiance in my home swings back and forth between sugary sweet Hallmark shows and sinister true crime shows such as Dateline, 20/20, Snapped, etc. It's kind of like the Indiana weather here,...If you don't like the weather...just wait 30 minutes and it will change. 😆 Hang in there, the struggle is real.😄
