IT has been a slightly sporadic week for television in my household this week.
And as a result it has been an eclectic mix of reality shows and box-set viewing - all mixed up with a bit of sport.
I had a major conflict of interests on Sunday night when the pinnacle of the tennis year clashed with the Strictly Results show, at Blackpool.
What to do ? find out if Andy Murray was to scoop his first ever ATP Tour finals title and therefore end the year as number 1 in the world, or see if Ed Balls had finally got his marching orders from the ballroom ?
I dipped in between the two, since the rest of the family are not as keen and had the dancing on in the next room.
On the whole, the scheduling of the tennis tournament on BBC2, left a lot to be desired.
If the news coverage before and after were anything to go by, this was a big deal - the Number 1 status was riding on it and it was being staged in our capital city.
So it was quite a coup to be able to show it on terrestrial television, you would think.
But for some bizarre reason they only allocated a two hour slot each day, for two matches, so only one was shown and then you had to listen to the other one on the radio.
Surely if something is worth doing, it is worth doing properly ? 
Luckily the final didn't disappoint - but I bet it would have been on BBC1, not BBC2, if it had been a rugby or a football match.
But Strictly fans deserve to enjoy the results show in all its glory where it always is.
And there was widespread disappointment when former MP Ed Balls once again foxtrotted into the next round.
He is being voted through on entertainment value and more than a bit of mischief from voters who want someone slightly rubbish to stay in.
I agree, though, he should absolutely stay for as long as the public want him to and not leave because people say he should.
Because if he did leave, the same people would say he took the coward's way out.
Which is what I did while watching the first few episodes of the US series, the Exorcist, a series set in the modern day based on the premise of the cult 1970s classic.
It is not for the faint-hearted. I had to dive behind the cushions more than once.