I continue to be surprised by how deeply engrained in our day to day life social networking has become. I had another example of this last week.
We had for the third time this year a lot of snow starting last Monday, travelling from Scotland and working its way to the South – or so I thought.
We’d already had our snow on Monday evening and Tuesday morning so continued with my plan to travel north to Edinburgh on Wednesday. Having check the weather forecast and road information I concluded that I’d be fine to travel. No more snow was expected and the roads were clear.
This is where social networking kicked in – on Tuesday I had twittered:
Tomorrow I am supposed to be in Edinburgh – what do you think the chances are?
As it happened I had a lovely drive up the M6 as far as Carlisle, enjoying the view of the snow over the Lake District. Passing Carlisle, it started to snow and by the time I’d got to Lockerbie we were down to a single lane and managing to do little more than 20mph. At that point I again twittered:
Did I get to Edinburgh ? No. I got to Lockerbie before turning back.
That evening I received a phone call from my Mum – who isn’t on any social network. She was wanting to make sure that I was OK and that I was home.
I had deliberately not twittered that I was setting off because I didn’t want some people to worry, but still my Mum had found out even though she has no simple way of seeing my updates.
How did she know? She’d been speaking to my sister, who’d seen my original update in Facebook. That wasn’t something I was expecting.
I’m going to have to be even more careful in the future.