I was a single Mum with a daughter at a local school and I taught so my days were filled with colleagues and students and my nights spent with my daughter, cooking, working, TV watching.
For the past three years I have been caring for my father. Now the first time in my life I am alone, my daughter away at University and my father in Theberton Graveyard.
Last night I had toast and jam for supper. Cooking for me has always been an act of creative love. I am going to Friday Street to buy seven Cook’s ready meals and the Co-Op to buy seven tins of soup. It means I’m not drinking. Cooking for my father while he read his a hundred pages a day always involved music of my choice and cook’s nips.
As for Facebook, I checked in four times yesterday. It makes you lonely. You can see who is online and not ‘liking’ your posts. One friend with 189 followers is upset because two of her friends have blocked her. Maybe it’s because she posts so much. The Friend who has blocked me is chatting on Messenger with another Mutual Friend but I’m excluded. It is a game. The less often you post, the more attention you attract. I’m more interested in seeing if I’ve been ‘liked’ than finding out how my friends are. Ouch!
ness365 