I’m away from home at the moment with practically no Internet access. I’m going through something that many of us go through, but is hard to talk about. Part of me wants to write everything but I know that is the wrong thing to do. Online sharing and privacy. It’s a tough one. Some of it is out of our hands because of ignorance or powerlessness, maybe even out of reluctant acceptance.
I don’t have online access apart from these few moments so I can’t write anything which is a bit frustrating, and I do have an acute awareness of how much of my life is spent on virtual activities.
I have little control over anything at the moment. Alone and not alone.
And I’ve seen Strictly for the first time ever…