‘Photos on Facebook can cause depression’

.. not sure if I’ve read that somewhere or made it up, but talking to young people close to me, they all agree. The photos of magnificent calorie/ alcohol laden fun , more fun beauty, joy and happiness can be overwhelming.  then  Melanie Reid in her Spinal Column explains her ups and downs so truthfully. No jolly photos…hard truths. Then I’m told reading it can be a bit depressing. Well sometimes life is a bit rubbish actually but we just don’t put photos of rubbish on social media. Everything has to seem so bloomin jolly good fun. Daughter 1 (D1) has had to face her demons over the last few years. She’s doing great with her therapy dog. That is: We’ve loaned her our Dog 2. So much better is she coping in fact, that she made her first solo train journey since 2012. She and therapy dog (TD). To Exeter station. A four hour trip. TD apparently insisted on laying across the aisle and nowhere else. The train crew took it in their stride and triple-jumped over him.

I got onto the platform so early make sure I was there to help them off the train,  I’m sure the CCTV picked me up wandering around trying to keep warm … bizarre… thought of AppleTreeYard !  

 Anyhow….long story short….sent lovely photo to my family of D1 and TD on the beach with ice creams. Beautiful sunset, sand, sea, beautiful daughter, dog etc etc you get my drift.

Five minutes on a Cornish beach. 100yds from house and you’d snap any photo fast. Having made it all that way, D1 found it difficult to overcome new anxieties and stray any further. Understandably. This is better than last year. tiny footsteps. Just a bit of a  LOL moment….

I had to get rid of about 20 assorted duvets of unknown heritage and buy new ones instead. New ones went on beds. Old ones were in wardrobes. Simple. Enlisting help from D1 to load car for dispatch of old duvets to recycling … I tried hard not to micro manage the task, even though it was left to the very last minute. Big D was to take her to station and then go to recycles . SIMPLES.

After they had set off I went round on a tidy up. Guess what ? The new duvets went to recycling and I found the old smelly ones still lurking in wardrobes….I sat on the floor and howled, with laughter. Imagine? Some Cornish homeless people would have the luxury of brand new pristine duvets, doubles and singles and a king size too! Good for them. I’m rather glad really.

See, those photos on Facebook just might not tell the whole picture. FAKE BOOK NEWS

PS : it’s a whole longer story to explain how Big D and I retrieved the duvet situation without upsetting anyone.