I'm pissed off. But it's all my own fault.
"You told us you were going to write a blog when you moved to France" said brunette female colleague while we were out for dinner last week.
"I do write a blog" said I, "But it's not something I share with people"
"Why not?" asked blonde female colleague.
"Because it's about my life, and there are things in there that are incredibly personal and the anonymity allows me more freedom."
"OK, pass the mango chutney" said blonde female colleague, food once again finding it's usual place at the front of her thoughts.
We carry on eating, we drink some and drink some more.
Now, safely out of their way (me in Lyon, them in UK) I get an email....
"Please don't hate us, but we found your blog".
So, if my writing takes a turn for the prim, proper and less revealing, you know why.
They tell me that they are staying away but I fear the damage is done. It's going to take me a while to forget that people I know are reading what I'm writing.
Shit, sometimes I'm a dumbass - why did I tell them?
But hey, this isn't about my open-ness is it?