In which our heroine realises her White Knight is really a big green Ogre with no Facebook

Just shows you that even after 20 years you can know someone you've shared some seriously intimate stuff with (think 'giving birth and camping') approximately as well as the guy who walk down the street and stuffs your mailbox with junk ads.   Although I'm way into junk mail both as an advertising medium and an artform, I'm not really on intimate terms with the delivery guy, IYKWIM.   FF on the other hand, I'm supposed to know well.  We've been together for 22 years.  Legally shackled for 20.  And we just redebted outselves considerably doing it all over again,  medieval style, for the amusement of family and friends and aossociated nosey lookie-loos.   And now I find out the shocking truth......

FF has no facebook account.

It's true, people.....I am married to a caveman.  (I kinda knew that already, but the facebook thing was a SHOCK).    All his obsessing over achieving the speediest broadband in the cosmos and the man does not have facebook.  

Although, now that I have discovered this shocking fact, it does explain why he never updated his status. 

"FF is hard at work, supporting the love of his life and large hungry offspring"

Not that I needed the update....I had him micro-chipped on our tenth anniversary.....safety first, peeps.


So now himself can't show his workmates any wedding pix from our Big Fat Pagan Hoedown last week 'cos the only ones we have so far were taken by mates and posted on Facebook.   And I'm too busy trying to find my slippers before my toes fall off to work out how to get him an account of his own. 

Guess they'll have to wait for the movie.