I have an uneasy relationship with Facebook. I only joined the social networking service six years ago so I could write about it for the Examiner.

Since then I have been a mainly non-participating member.

My list of ‘friends’ was short and I couldn’t imagine any of them would be interested in my personal ramblings about daily life or family. Besides, I have never been the sort of person who likes to join anything unless out of necessity or strong beliefs.

I’ve been a member of the National Union of Journalists for 56 years, have been a member of various nightclubs (necessity), was a founder member of the Press Club in Kampala and have been a member of the George Formby Appreciation Society (and remain an ardent fan).

My Facebook postings were few and far between until August when I decided, as an exercise in discipline and creativity, to post a new photograph on the site, every day for a year.

I have five months left to complete the project.

It’s been more of a challenge than I expected and some of my photographs have been less than inspiring.

To pad it out, I use archive pictures from the past once a week, the occasional selfie, snaps taken out walking, pics of my grand-daughter Jeannie, or anything I think I can get away with, including the plant at the bottom of the stairs which is turning into a Triffid. Pictures I took of the downstairs loo, whose walls and ceiling are decorated with covers from video films, were surprisingly popular.

I print out all my entries and am binding them together as a book called A Diary of Days.

Maybe it will give the family a laugh in years to come. My ‘friends’ have grown to about 140, although there are many I have never met and my habit is to check the site two or three times a day to keep up with all they post.

It’s amazing the insight you can get from what people share and it’s made me wonder what they think of me. Part of the appeal is to be validated by others. I check all my own entries to see how many ‘likes’ I get and am disappointed if a picture fails to impress.

It’s easy to see why the site is popular because it allows instant social interaction with people around the world but, to be honest, I’m getting fed up of constantly having to find a new picture and am looking forward to when the 12 months are up. Will I still contribute after that?

Probably, because my attitude to Facebook has changed. I will not be posting a picture everyday.

I shall continue to log on because too many ‘friends’ have surprisingly become friends and I would miss their warmth, humour and off-beat logic that often provides food for thought. I suppose that’s the wonder of Facebook.