Sure, the television isn't exactly the 'cuddling' type, but it can provide comfort when you just need to tune out

Never thought I'd write this (yeah, yeah, yeah, never say never and blah, blah, blah ...)

On a recent overcast day after marathon scrapping sessions with the boyfriend, the TV became my sidekick companion. Sad? Depressingly so. True? Unfortunately, yes.

Quite possibly, that damn oversized beast of a television that has more inches than Ron Jeremy 10 times over became my best friend for a day, which, I should say, is no slight to Maggie the dog who, when it comes to being a kick ass friend, is solid gold.

On this particular day, however, I was too tired, emotionally drained and obsessively running down the 'he saids/she saids' (which tend to unravel during battles between the sexes) to offer Miss Maggie the usual amount head pats and hugs and giant smooches. Just needed to zone out, hit the off switch, cut of the circuit board power ... get the drift?

So, the TV. It simply sat there all super-model skinny and didn't want a bloody thing from me. And there, in that moment, the inanimate object that provides brainless information without expecting anything back in return, became a buddy.

I flicked channels like a seasoned pro, occasionally landing on something promising and then quickly dismissing it. While the boob-tube was filled with crap, it provided mental filler and suspiciously chirpy voices.

It took a horribly glossy entertainment show to snap me back to reality - oh how low I'd sunk. Yes, it had come to this: High-pitched gossip hosts dishing the dirt on celebrity lives.

Eventually, I flicked off the idiot box. Truth is, we may never be lasting friends this giant screen and I, but it's comforting to know that it's sitting in the exact same spot every single day just in case.