Social Media, Farewell (ish)

It is a truth, universally acknowledged by the snarky, that social media is not an airport and, therefore, one doesn’t need to announce one’s departure. And yet I feel I need to acknowledge that departure, not least because it has been a difficult, if inevitable, decision to leave. I was slow to the social mediaContinue reading “Social Media, Farewell (ish)”

A Year of Swedish Death Cleaning.

I’m not sure if, at the age of 63, I am early or late to the Art of Swedish Death Cleaning. The hyper-organised will have been doing it all their lives while the cluttered collectors among us will likely continue to look the other way. I have decided to embrace it and have begun theContinue reading “A Year of Swedish Death Cleaning.”