Sharing Banality

Every Thursday I spend the day at my brother's house. The day has a pace and a rhythm all of its own as in between the few necessary jobs  I need to do, my brother dozes..a result of the debilitating fatigue Motor Neurone possesses.
The dogs spend their time in the garden in the desperate effort of capturing a grey plastic duck which floats irritatingly in the centre of the pond and by the time later afternoon arrives my brother and I have got into the habit of watching a bloody awful but nevertheless strangely entertaining game tv game show Deal or No Deal.
Now it took me a few weeks to work out the premise of the game....the problem I found with understanding it all, was in fact the game is so bloody simple!
-A member of the public ( who obviously loves performing in front of a camera) picks a series of boxes to open at random. Inside are cash amounts of money......the idea is to pick "red higher " cash amounts rather than "blue lower" .............however ( and it is a biog however) the strange fascination of the game lies with the somewhat false and overly "buddy" relationships the player has with the group of sycophants that open the boxes for him/her, who are all biding their time to play the game themselves...
Do you get it?
Well for an absolute age I didn't.....my brother explained the format to me via his talking IPAD, but the strange overly friendly behaviour between contestants still confused and infuriated me....so much so that every Thursday afternoon we can be found in front of the television....with me yelling like a banshee every time the players perform this strange buddy/buddy and false-as-a-pair of 1960s eyelashes, behaviour!

It has all become a bit of a tradition now, and of course it is something "fun" we can both share at a time when laughs are few and far between
It is strange what becomes therapeutic isn't it?
Anyhow .......Yesterday I missed the end of the game....when an overactive sports analyst from the Wirral consistently hugged and kissed his fellow players  calling them all" top man!" (my blood pressure must have been through the roof!!!)
when I got home my brother had texted me
"contestant lost 1.5 grand..............greedy bastard!"

I am now, just off  to the community hospital in Holywell for a chest xray...then I have a load of calbrase and cabbage to plant out.....which may be a foolish enterprise.......the goat arrives Monday!