Tweets for my tweets

Twitter is the way forwards says the world and his brother.

Everyone tweets.

Everyone.

So I jump in - dive in - head first. I can't swim.

Creating an account seems simple enough - eh voila! I'm there, I have a twitter account. Oh this is too simple.

And kind of complicated. I am offered to follow Barack Obama, Lenny Kravitz, Vampires, Lady Gaga and a few other accounts.

I think all my friends and family were emailed too.

I search desperately for Nicola Morgan's account. She will help me, she knows the ways of twittering. She's nice.

In the meantime I am trying to upload my pic.

Then disaster. Twitter suddenly freezes. My pc freezes. Abort, abort, abort.

Kitty, we have a problem.

Ctl. Alt. Delete.

The screen goes blank. Oh. No.

I have left my word docs open - a few lines of my masterpieces of poetry and a short story. I haven't saved them...

A few hours later, I wipe the last crumbs of my banana cake off my body.

I re-boot my pc. And I am back into my cosy world of blogs.

My tweeting days are over for now.