Facebook – and all that jazz
I promised myself I wouldn’t.
‘You ought to get onto Facebook,’ I was told. ‘It’s a great way of keeping up with old friends and letting people know what you’re doing.’
Yea – right. What I’m doing is chasing my tail and the thought of whittering away hours looking up what other people are doing as they get on with their lives seemed a retrograde step. The friend who lives five minutes away sends me texts saying that we really have to get together and I say the same to her – and to others. And still we don’t.
Then I got an email. Found you on facebook it said, Great to see your name but where are the photos?
I don’t know. I don’t even know how I managed to get there. It might be a result of trying to open another email account or maybe a more efficient offspring but there it is – Adrienne Dines Facebook account. Bizarre.
Then came the friend requests. I didn’t know whether to click on them – more timewasting courtesy of the ether – but the temptation to have a quick peek is SOO difficult to fight off. I determined it’d only be for five minutes – just to see what a couple looked like….and another one or two as well.
And it will be for only five minutes.