Facebook Free – Day 24
After spending the entire day finishing off the final draft of my dissertation in a dungeon (as if spending time in the library isn’t bad enough, there aren’t any windows in ours. Honestly, there are more inviting prisons.) I promised myself a night of rubbish TV and a takeaway. Before I could even say ‘Benidorm’ I’d had a phone call off my Mum, “did you not get my message on Facebook? (ever get the feeling that your own mother never listens to you…?) We’re at your auntie L’s drinking Champagne. Come and join us”
So I did. Not before clarifying that I’m not on Facebook, for the one millionth time.