It wasn't too long before my mother and her aunt got a TV for our Walton on the Naze home. It needed a huge pole in the garden for the H aerial. After a year the tube went soft and my poor folk had to watch the coronation under a blanket. Line hold and frame hold dropped out every few minutes.
Finally £20 was found for a tube and the set was still around for Quatermass, where at one exciting moment I had to solder in a new EHT rectifier. I never bothered to bolt the chassis in, and the back had long gone, so it was done in just over the time it took for the iron to heat.
For the exciting new channel I ran an EHT-disabled chassis under the set and fed I.F. via coax into the 12" Ekco. It worked a treat, though changing channels was a chore.
The last set in the family home was a 21" Sony which we'd had for years. The sound on that was so good that I seldom fed it into the hi-fi. Bloke carried it out of our almost empty house for £20. It was still warm.
I never dreamed there'd be a time when I couldn't fettle my own sets. Even my contemporary at telly-school, shut down his workshop part of his business. His techie was spending most of his time waiting for someone's set to go wrong.