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Pancake Day is upon us and with it the arrival of Lent – 44 days of it this year – in which those of us brought up Catholic and still struggling with the guilt (as well as those of us just struggling with the guilt) wonder whether we should give something up/take something on/give to chareedee etc. Pancake Day and Ash Wednesday for me are also annual reminders of being sick in a cup and being forced to give up chocolate, but I told you that story last year.
This year Himself and I have decided to give up Twitter-ing. It was either that or sugar and Himself put his foot down about the sugar. Maybe next year.
So Twitter it is. He says it’s going to be easy but honestly, I feel like I’m about to have a limb removed. I feel like I’m going to miss out on everything in the whole world by not being on there every 5 minutes, but the truth is I’m hopelessly addicted. And the only thing I’ve ever got from Twitter that I couldn’t have got from any other source in the whole four and a half years I’ve been tweeting was this. Which won’t happen again between now and Easter surely? Right?
*sob*
So yes, this is going to be hard.
Funnily enough I got the idea off the Archers, where they are all giving up gossip for Lent. Ha! I thought to myself, I don’t gossip. I don’t even read trashy magazines anymore. But then thinking about it, what is Twitter but a series of watercooler moments for the self-employed?
So fellow Twitter-lings, after midnight tonight I shall see you on Easter Sunday. And I promise I won’t overuse Facebook too much in the meantime.
