Earlier this week I had an attack of the miseries on here on my blog.
Lots of people were lovely, and gave me their support.
But JonM, while being very supportive, let slip about something ... someone... well, I just didn't know about them.
And being a worrier, I began to worry. So I did what I always do in the middle of a worry: I did some research.
Yes, it was on the internet, and I do know how easy it is to trace me... but it was so quick.
I heard a knock at my door, and there were two men there.
They really didn't like it very much because I tried to take photographs, and I think they rather like to pretend they don't exist...
Perhaps I should give up writing and learn to use Photoshop properly?
Lots of people were lovely, and gave me their support.
But JonM, while being very supportive, let slip about something ... someone... well, I just didn't know about them.
And being a worrier, I began to worry. So I did what I always do in the middle of a worry: I did some research.
Yes, it was on the internet, and I do know how easy it is to trace me... but it was so quick.
I heard a knock at my door, and there were two men there.
They really didn't like it very much because I tried to take photographs, and I think they rather like to pretend they don't exist...
Perhaps I should give up writing and learn to use Photoshop properly?
