Lurk, lurk

I used to have a lurker on FaceBook. Quite possibly I had more than one that I don't know about but this one identified himself when he used my words on FB to accuse me face to face. Accuse is perhaps not the right word; reprimand is possibly better but it felt both demeaning and accusatory being on the receiving end. And really annoying that it nearly made me cry. In front of him.

He wasn't my 'friend' on FB and he never commented or left any sign to show he'd been there. I find that slightly creepy. If people want to remain silent that's fine - as long as they do remain silent. 

I don't know why I'm remembering this now and getting myself cross again. A brain is a strange thing. Mine is anyway. Currently it's wondering why Chitty Chitty Bang Bang had four feathers.
'... our fine four-feathered friend ...'
That can't be right but I'm at a loss to think what it could be.

I'm also wondering who in Swansea is rich enough to own a bright blue Ferrari.