You know how it goes.   After the evening rush of fighting the traffic, grabbing a coffee, walking the dog and seeing to her needs, then raiding the kitchen cupboards to make a half way nourishing meal, you finally get to sit down in front of the telly and relax.   My long suffering wife, Trish cuddled up beside me, and the dog (Tilly) was doing her usual ‘upside down is comfortable’ thing in her bed at the side of the sofa.   All was right with the world except for the crap on the telly; 57 channels and nothing on (spot the music reference).   Time to turn it off then, by which time Trish was asleep, pinning me to the corner of the sofa. It seemed a shame to disturb Trish, so I enjoyed sitting in this picture of domestic peace and bliss for as long as I could.   Unfortunately the next day was a working day, so eventually I had to extricate myself from the sofa to go and do the dishes.   I wanted a little entertainment while doing this so I...