When I was a kid, Saturday was fish day. My parents would come pick us up from school at 11.30am, we’d have lunch and then, most of the time, head over to Normandy to visit my grandmother. While Mama and Papa were at the supermarket to fill Mamie’s fridge for the week, my sister and I would do what we couldn’t do the rest of the week: watch TV for hours while stuffing ourselves with cookies and chocolate.
So far as I’m concerned, it means that I rely more on radio and the internet for news. Bonus: I don’t have to endure endless hours of mindless « reality TV. »
And in terms of radio, I like small stations where the DJs’ job involves sharing recipes for drinks or snacks.