TV Is My Life ... Interior Design Ain't

I installed my own flatscreen TV yesterday. I feel pretty proud of myself, too.




It's not easy being green ... or brilliant.

I bought myself a flatscreen TV last week, and installed it in our loungeroom myself yesterday. I did a great job, too.

I’m not at all ‘technically-minded’, so it took quite a bit of motivation (the promise of a working TV) to fire me up enough until I was ready to tackle such a huge home-handyman project.

I went to Bunnings and I bought my tools.

I brought them home and laid them out on the loungeroom floor.

I reached for the phone to call someone who’d come and do this for me. (Who’d do it? An electrician? A furniture removalist? A plumber?)

I was tackled to the ground by Wifey, who was adamant that I do this one myself.

I spent days poring over he instructions so I’d know what I was doing.

And then I attempted it.

The end result is … we have a working, full-operational, gigantatron of a television set in our loungeroom. And flatscreen is always the best.

And the best thing is … I did it all myself.





(Did I get you for a minute, there?)


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