Today was a crappy day to top off a not great week. My TV broke so I ordered a new one and asked a friend to come over to help me get the old one off the wall and the new one on, as I had tried but couldn't work it out. He didn't turn up so after a lot of wrangling and swearing I managed to remove the old one. I then decided I wanted the TV on a stand, ordered one which arrived today. The screws are too short (even though it says it's compatible). Ok, I can mount it on the wall. I eventually found my screwdriver, undid everything from the old TV, went to fit it on the new TV, the screws are too narrow. By this point I was hot, angry, and feeling like Goldilocks. I had a brainwave that there's an old shit TV on the wall in the back bedroom. Went up, tried to get it off the wall, the strings that release the mechanism snapped off, and the whole time I had one of my cats making his howling noise at me (yes, it was Lex for those who know my cats). I eventually got the bastard TV off the wall, back downstairs, the walking pad fell on my leg grazing the back of it and causing more swearing words to be uttered. Those screws didn't fit either.
I have now ordered a multi box of TV bracket screws which should arrive tomorrow but was subject to another night watching TV on my laptop while various cats tried to walk/sit/lie in the bloody thing.
AND I don't have any rum. Bed with a book I think is the answer now.