I have thrown myself into writing and playing my cello and have to tell you that getting rid of my social media apps has paid dividends.
I am sharing my short stories on the relevant platforms, but no chatting and no entertaining. No more endless sharing of pointless news reportage and funny memes.
I do have to log on once a day to check messages on Marketplace, which is a bit like eBay for paupers who sell their old tat for dollar.
I list a few items each week from the gallery with no expectations but intent on keeping the brand alive whilst I write.
I had listed some beautiful religious cards and received a private message stating that blessed items should be given away not sold.
I was incensed.
There is something about religious poppycock that really winds me up.
I may have called her a cunt.
There were expletives meant from my heart.
The bitch, a religious zealot after a freeby, warned that I would be struck down by God's almighty hand.
I was even more incensed and told her I was a trained Sangoma and would be making an effigy of her post-haste.
These people are idiots. And I might put the blessed cards up again and say the Pope has kissed them. These fools believe anything!
Just another reason not to go on Facebook, as if I need more.