Greetings to you, my
Only Reader.
You chance upon my journal as I bask in the glow of near perfect TV reception both upstairs and in the lounge downstairs.
Our Hero's continued fiddling with signal splitters, coaxial cables and connectors has finally paid off. Actually, it was the application of a further £1.88 to the problem together with a number of magic incantations rendered in the original Anglo-Saxon that did the trick.
In addition to decent terrestrial telly reception downstairs, we now have passable
Freeview Digital too, though I shall be happier to gloat about that if we still have it in say, a week's time. But for now...
In other news,
ellefurtle has demonstrated a knowledge of home electronics that had passed me by and eluded
colonel_maxim entirely. It seems that through the simple stratagem of setting the clock on the hi-fi system in the lounge, we are now able to prevent it cycling through an incessant and previously interminable display mode. In short, we can now turn the brute off. My solution, less elegant it is true, was also effective. I pulled the plug out.