People often dream of small town life. It’s the idea of belonging, I think. My local supermarket, my post office, my bank and my chemist are in the same block. My newsagent is also my cafe. Every time I go to town, people can see where I go and who I meet. Life is conducted in a goldfish bowl.
Yet for some people it is possible to drown in plain sight. Social networks are tight and, while gossip is rife, no one actually tells you what people are saying about you. People don’t want to pry or cross personal boundaries.
