i want to say i told you so but i shan't

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Whilst Husband gets on with all those important little weekend jobs which keep life hunky-dory - you know, like getting angry with the tellybox and the sound system, printing out manuals and oh, woe is he, why do all these things make his life so complicated - I busy myself with those odd little tasks which don't really matter. Changing the bed sheets, putting the washing on, watering the garden, putting the shopping away ... you know, the sort of things that he thinks Dobby, our house elf, does. Except, we don't have a house elf. Our fairly new tellybox developed a nasty rash of dead thunderflies. Three, to be exact. Sony agreed to swap it for a new {refurbed} one, and the swap duly took place yesterday. But this tellybox flickers, on average about once every ten minutes, sometimes two or three times in quick succession. The screen goes blank/black for about a second, but no sound is lost. He has tried everything. Different cables, different set ups, factory resets ... Sony's customer service don't work on weekends so for the time being we have to live with it. And then, he decided that the sound box thingymajiggy needs a factory reset. And now everything has gone bonkers ... I've left him to it. Twelve years of sharing a home has taught me that it's best to just let him get on with it. Bite my tongue. Walk away from the situation. Hope he can spare me a smile later. *sigh*