According to a recent survey 8 out of 10 people have no idea what faffing is. And by 8 out 10 people, I mean my Mum.
You see Pam’s worked out how to stalk my via Instagram, which is both good and terrible. Good because her insta-stalking (yes, that’s totally a thing) meant she gave me a gorgeous Love Star vase for my birthday.
Terrible because, well, nobody likes a stalker!
When I opened the vase on my birthday, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean I’d been after one of those vases for AGES but hadn’t said a word to anyone about it, so how on earth did my Mum know I wanted one? Was she doing a Jackie and going all psychic on me?
Turns out her answer to my question of “how did you know I wanted one?” kind of proves she wasn’t doing anything remotely psychic:
“Oh that’s easy,” came Pam’s reply. “I’ve worked out that if I click on the followers thing it will take me to people who follow you. I did that and came across someone who had one and saw that you’d left a comment saying how much you loved it, so I thought you might like one for your birthday.”
Right.
“But don’t worry,” Pam continued. “I don’t leave comments or anything.”
Well no, what stalker would leave actual comments? Answer: Not a very good one!
So last week, when Mum and Dad called in for lunch, Mum asked me this very random question:
“Kirsten, I was looking at your instagram thing this morning (of course you were!) and I just have to ask (FFS, this will be good) What on earth is this thing called ‘faffing’ that everybody keeps referring to?”
Cue racuous laughing from me which was quickly followed by the not very helpful answer of, “Sorry Mum, but this one’s going straight on the blog!”
I then explained what faffing was, “it’s basically a term used for re-arranging bits and pieces around the home. As in, ‘spent the afternoon faffing and now it’s time for a cuppa'” to which mum replied with, “So it’s moving things around the house? And then taking photos of it? Sounds all a bit odd to me!”
Which yes, I guess when you explain it out loud, faffing does sound like a bit of an odd thing to do, but really, it’s not quite as odd as insta-stalking your daughter’s random followers who like to spend their days faffing, now is it?!
Would you like to faff around with Pam? Or perhaps you’d like Pam to stalk you instead?! Just leave your Instagram name below and I’m sure she’ll be faffing around* with you in no time!
* and by faffing around I mean stalking. Obviously.
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