Si Hands kindly invited me to be his friend on Linked In. Maybe friend is not the right term since Linked In is a sort of professional version of Facebook. Anyway I agreed to be Si’s friend expecting the arrangement to be simply a way of keeping track with his career, and sure enough I found out about one or two of the courses that Si has been privileged to attend which at least keeps me updated with the sort of things that he deals with.
But then someone else invited me to be their friend – a young lady who runs a dance school in Leicester. No, this wasn’t turning into a surrogate dating agency. This young lady had applied to organise an event with live music outside a bar and adjacent to some flats and I, being the miserable bugger that I am, had blocked the application. Under the circumstances I can’t see why she wants to be my friend. Anyway I declined her kind invitation. I am so glad that I restricted my details to my office contact e-mail address.
I have since received several other invitations to be a friend. In most cases they are from licensees of city pubs and bars, and if my details are in their address book it is unlikely that they will consider me to be friendly.
I’m not sure that linked in will work for me but I will continue to be Si’s friend if he will still have me.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
