I have been in bed all day. Mostly asleep.. Sometimes on the phone and sometimes doing this.. looking at Instagram. I haven’t posted for a few weeks. It’s because I’m too busy. My life runs too fast. Also I do t live in an Instagram world. My real life is hardworking and eventful. I keep thinking I should just post 20 or so images up. Like a picture diary. New York , London , Paris,Margate.. My cats , My painting.. the people I love. One of the reasons I left school so young is I hated the pressure of homework hanging over me. I’d often think about it a lot but not actually do it. Then there would be some kind of test , say in Geography and I’d do well. Much better than expected because I really loved maps and contour lines .. Rocks and continental drift.. What I hated was the pressure ..that’s what I hate about Instagram. That’s why I don’t post all the time. It’s my life .. ♥️