Bumped into my son's friend G's dad in the coffee shop.
"How are you?" he says, because it's been a while.
He tells me he's got jet lag from a work trip, his wife's gone off on a mini break with a girlfriend for three days so he's left looking after the two boys. I don't need to tell you about this family but a challenge is what I will say.
"How about you, what are you up to?" he asks
Oh, I've got a meeting with our sons' teacher this afternoon because Ugly's boy's been strangling mine and to tell the truth, I'm not looking forward to it one little bit because I didn't tell you did I...
No, I didn't say that. Told him about the voluntary work, pub work, oh and asked him if he'd seen the Street programme last night and he had, from the corner of his eye while tidying up after the boys had gone to bed. I didn't tell him what was really on my mind at all.
We hide from what we think sometimes don't we
I don't really hide on here because it is my hiding place.
So it's already a bit wierd I've joined Twitter!
That doesn't feel like a hiding place (bizarrely, given its millions of users)
Will it affect what I write on here?
What do I say on there?
It's like two worlds coming together
And I converge onto them
because I don't exist
but not hiding at the same time, because I do
I'll let you know how I get on
Here and there?
Time for lunch methinks!