I have never understood this obsession with Facebook or Twitter - why do people feel they have to write about their every move to the World and his wife? Who cares if baby Darcy wore her new pink frock today (she doesn't - she is 3 months old), or about brother Timmy who has a slight 'tummy bug (the aroma peeled the wallpaper off the walls), or about Mary who woke up this morning next to her perfect husband whom she loves so very, very much (this perfect specimen who is flirting openly with the neighbour), or about Andy's hilarious new snapshots of him getting plastered in Thailand (nothing new there - he is an alcoholic). I don't care! I really don't. If it is that important that I really need to know about it, call me, and TALK to me!