My worry while driving to B&Q was: what happens when devoted fans die? They won’t be able to find out what happens next, or after that, or even after that. In fact it all stops. That thought makes me terribly sad. I hope that there is access to Sky and Radio 4 in the afterlife, or at least the Internet. I’d like to think of my grandma listening to Gardeners’ Question Time somewhere as she listened to it with religious fever every week when she was alive. As children we weren’t allowed to make a peep of noise at 3pm on a Sunday afternoon. I still find it hard to listen to that programme now as an adult for memories of her love of it.
This is a weird thought that will ever remain weird, at least, that is, until it is my turn to pop my clogs. If so, I would like to think that I’ll be able to catch the odd episode of The Archers or Coronation Street on the other side.