Sticky note for visitors

Hello. This is dated in the future so it stays visible, and for most people, it's probably irrelevant.

Dear potential burglar. It might occur to you that you can use my online information to work out when I'm away from home, where I live, and therefore when would be a good time for you to visit.
Yes, you probably can.
Hint - don't waste your time.
Quite apart from the friendly and watchful neighbours, I have a husband who is a professional security guard, and who likes playing with computers, networks, cameras, and mobile Internet. I don't know myself from one day to the next what he's got installed, but I do know he was getting all excited recently about being able to not only view the cameras from abroad, once the alert to say someone's been spotted has arrived, but also steer them. This isn't because we've got a lot of stuff worth nicking, he just likes to play.
We've already had one arrest resulting from this little lot (well, in so far as one can arrest a kid under 18). You don't want the next one to be you. You're a professional, right, not a kid who wants to play with a "challenge"? Go and find a softer target. There's plenty around who don't have this sort of nuisance to get in your way.

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Changing settings

For a while now, I've had my Facebook posts echoing to Twitter, whcih then echoes here. It isn't all that satisfactory, just giving a list of links, and I don't think more than one person reads the result.
Also, it seems that some people have been replying on Twitter, despite everything there being truncated, under the mistaken impression that I read what's happening there. If Twitter ever notified me of the replies, I might have. But it doesn't.
So, link getting switched off. I doubt if I'll ever post direclty to Twitter (why would I use a medium with a silly artificial character limit when real ones exist?)
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My tweets

  • Wed, 13:35: For any of my friends out there into this sort of music (self-described as "rock", but I wouldn't limit it that muc…
  • Wed, 18:47: All plumbing done! Invoice in, and for an amount I find very hard to believe. He's grossly under-rating himself.
  • Wed, 22:11: Shout out to my creative friends, because my Creative has gone dead. The year is 1466, in an alternative Europe. I…
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My tweets

  • Sun, 12:35: We seem to have a plumber who knows what he's doing, and (for now) a lot less in the way of pipework under the sink…
  • Sun, 13:56: And we have working drains under the sink! Much new pipework. Eventually, an invoice.
  • Sun, 19:24: I'd forgotten just how bad the side-effects from normal Metformin rather than the slow release version could be. In…
  • Mon, 10:40: It is so nice to be back in the UK where basic fresh food isn't as expensive as in France! We brought a few wines a…
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My tweets

  • Fri, 18:33: Camp site caff. To underestimate it considerably. We went for their cheapest fixed price menu. Terrine, then beef…
  • Sat, 05:55: Google says the current weather is "cloudy". "You what?" says Dave as we try to hear each other over the rain on the roof.
  • Sat, 07:31: Far too many of my friends are in this situation. Devastated by the loss of...
  • Sat, 09:46: What lunatic decided it would be a good idea to divert the M20 down narrow, bumpy country lanes? Stopping for break…
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My tweets

  • Thu, 13:39: Stopped for fuel and lunch. Queues at all eateries were out the door. But this is a caravan, and my fridge has been…
  • Thu, 18:28: This is where the Caravan Club booked us into as a stopover. Very nice - and at that price, it should be! First pic…
  • Thu, 18:37: This is unheard of. I'm in a "bar" (veranda) with sport on big-screen TV. And I'm watching it. Google suggests that it's Basque Pelota.
  • Fri, 08:18: We were away from the campsite before the bakery had even opened. The satnav has got us through the wiggly bits of…