Is that TOO MUCH information?

Shona Sibary is no stranger to airing her dirty laundry in public and she doesn't see anything wrong with it

Last week, I had an argument with a stranger over dog poo. I’m a fan of the stick-and-flick strategy (we were in woods, not on a pavement), and she laid into me for not picking it up with a poo bag. Heated words were exchanged about nature versus plastic before I headed home to rant about her on Facebook.

Then yesterday, my 13-year-old plastered her face with fake henna freckles and proceeded to call me a ‘dinosaur’ for not understanding that her TikTok universe does the same. Again, I took a deep breath and hit my keyboard. ‘What IS it with teenagers and fake tan?’ I asked the ether. Was anyone listening? Did I care? Not a jot. In that moment, it made me feel better to offload online.

Telling it like it is

If you were to glance at my Facebook feed – and I urge those with a delicate disposition to proceed with caution – you will see a technicolour outpouring of my life, warts and all. Some posts are almost Shakespearean in their tragedy, and others show the domestic realism of a kitchen-sink drama. But one thing is a given: I never upload banal photos of food or pretend my day has been anything other than utterly horrendous (if it has). I can promise that what you see is true.