Well sort of. From one point of view anyway.
Yes - today has seen the long-awaited conversation with the television licence people re. the complicated situation of having a television, but not watching it. I expected a sucking-in of breath and a sharp lecture along the lines of, If you have a television, then you must ... But manners at the licencing authority seem to have improved since the olden days. The lady at the other end of the conversation (which was 'being recorded for training purposes' - yeah, right!) even apologised for sounding suspicious when she read me my righ ... ahem, explained the law to me. Quite a contrast to the bombardment of letters I got in my early working days, with threats of fines, court, and home raids: letters which did not even list as an option the possibility that one could conceivably live without the darned thing.
what do your chairs face?"
Instead of television, and especially before the days of the internet, I made do with books. I kept a record of all I read in my first year of working life, when I lived all alone in a strange city. My first degree was in English Literature, but it had assumed that modern literature ended in 1945. So I deliberately set out this year to catch up on the modern literary novel. I read over 80. I have never quite equalled that total since, mainly because I did actually develop a social life. But still, it stands as an ideal.
So come, Mr Television Licence Man, and inspect my flat. I don't have to let you in, but if I don't, the letters start again. Come, and see that the television receives no signal, that it is not connected to any satelite or cable, that it is not tuned in to any television stations at all. Come, and see that the flat is full of books.
The weird thing is, although the television is almost permanently blank, my chairs still face it. :-)
Today's Expenditure = £6.50 (I was disorganised, headed out early, and did not make a packed lunch. This was breakfast and lunch. What a waste.)