My sister S snapped down the lid of her laptop when she noticed that I had been observing her editing a blog post. When had she learnt this skill, I wondered?

Under the impression that I could not have possibly had time to clock the URL of her site, she boasted that I would never discover her innermost thoughts, whether online or elsewhere.

Of course she was wrong. I couldn’t wait to scurry back to the privacy of my bedroom to download all the posts tagged ‘sistas’.