Twitter

Twitter changed my life. As anyone who knows me on twitter or who has read my blog will know, I met the love of my life on twitter. This led to me moving to the other side of the country to be with him and starting a new life. Without twitter I wouldn't have met Paul and I don't think I'd have ever moved away from my home town but I am so very glad that this is the way things turned out.

I joined twitter after my Mum's death and it helped me immensely with the loneliness and grief that I felt. I am so grateful to my original followers who are still with me now, they got me through that time.

Twitter, therefore, has a big place in my heart and I've always loved it. But recently I find myself becoming more and more irritated by things and people on there; it's just not how it used to be. Twitter has become too serious.

I'm not bothered by how many people I'm following or how many are following back or which number is higher. I just want to enjoy reading my timeline and chatting with people and updating twitter on what's happening in my life. I don't mind if people don't follow me back. Some people do, some don't. Some people are really chatty and some aren't but if I enjoy your tweets or have things in common with you I'll keep following. If you offend me or upset me I'll unfollow without making a scene. I understand if people unfollow me, it's the nature of twitter.

The problem comes when there are people who I used to chat with a lot but in recent times their life and mine have changed and we no longer have anything in common. I don't enjoy reading their tweets as much and I think we've reached the end of the road. But I know if I unfollow that they'll wonder why, that they might be upset so I don't do it. I've seen so many instances of people 'outing' the people who've unfollowed them and being bitchy; it's become a bit of a minefield and it never used to be like this. I much prefer the old days of twitter when people just enjoyed it for what it was. The nature of twitter is that it's not a static thing.

I've lost my twitter mojo in recent days, I hope it returns soon.

My Nan

This was my Nan on her 70th birthday

It would have been my Nan's 91st birthday today so I wanted to write a little post about her to celebrate her memory. She was my Mum's Mum so I like to think that they'll be up there somewhere having tea and cake and nattering about us all.

My Nan was one of those people who adored spending time with her family. She would drop anything to do things with us. Her door was always open and we could go round any time we liked.

Nan was always baking and her apple pies and ground rice pies are the best pies I've ever tasted. No one can make pies like my Nan.

If we asked Nan if she would take us on a bike ride she'd tell us to get our shoes on and off we'd go, just like that. If we wanted to go to the seaside she'd take us on the bus for the day.

In the school holidays she'd treat us to a sausage roll from Cooplands Bakery, a treat all of us grandchildren looked forward to.

It'll be 13 years in September since my Nan died and all of us grandchildren still talk about her, still share memories, still laugh about things she did. It's a testament to her life that we all loved her so much and still miss her.

Thinking of you today Nan. x