In Yours

This morning, for want of knowing what to do, I joined Facebook, properly.  I’ve had a photo up there for a while but a) I couldn’t figure out how it all worked and b) my kids kept telling me how sad it was that I (an oldie) wanted to be on Facebook.  Sophie-G’s cry of  disgust when her father asked “to be her friend”  was akin to stepping bare foot onto a half ingested, regurgitated  mouse left lying around by our cat Crumble.  (Ever since Crumble lost her tail – and we delight in kidding a few visitors that all cats in Switzerland are without tails – she pays us back for the vet bills in mice).

This morning it is quiet in the house.  Ollie is having a driving lesson, Lexi is at pony camp and our cool-o-meter (Sophie-G) is in the jungles of Ecuador.  Far enough away for her un-cool mum to join Facebook.

Nahnahdeenahnah.  Come join me