We have Sky.
This is, so I am told, a good thing and one we should have done a long time ago.
Except I really, really can't see what the fuss is all about.
The one and only reason for getting it is because the TV reception from the aerial had a habit of going completely snowy since we got here. So we decided to spend the £120 getting Sky's freesat option (no Freeview or Cable in Pocklington) with the free basic Sky thrown in for a year.
Molly is obviously very excited about the prospect of watching cBBC & cITV non-stop. She isn't so happy that we're not too keen on her doing this.
Louise and I spent a little while flicking through channel after channel of repeats, nostalgia & US sitcoms and doing the sort of thing you do on Friends reunited for the first few visits before you realise there's a reason you didn't keep in touch with most of your school friends. We reminisced, we laughed, we quickly grew bored.
I reckon we'll still watch the same TV we always watched, plus the extra BBC & Channel 4 channels and maybe a bit of stuff here and there. But overall, digital TV is just millions more channels and nothing worth watching.
(Must go now, there's an episode of the Professionals on UKliving, then a double bill of Home Improvement, then a documentary on Madagascan land fish to watch before I go to bed.)