I know that we are the most scrutinised nation on earth. CCTV cameras monitor our every move. Whether it is walking along the street, entering a shop, sitting on a bus or whatever.
It has not really bothered me unduly, not in personal terms, anyway. I have nothing in particular to hide. Nothing that's going to put me behind bars or single me out for censure.
However, I am definitely irritated now. I took some photos at the crack of dawn, chez nous in France. In fact it was as dawn was cracking and the sky was every magical shade of pink. The ground was still grey and the cows still looked black and white.
And then, the next day we had lunch with friends nearby and I took some photos of the beautifully presented food on my plate - an artistic masterpiece! I know where they live and what the house looks like but I do not actually know their street address.
And then, a few days ago, I looked at the photographs on my iPhone. Well, blow me down. There were my snapshots beautifully captioned with the street address of our house, our tiny lane in our small hamlet. And I now know our friends' street address too.
Well, I ask you? Times were when people wrote captions in white ink on the black pages of their photograph album.
Where will this end? Will my phone soon tell me how many calories I consume, which book I am reading, whether I have emptied the dishwasher?
Enough!!
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