The nuiscance of all gardens. Once it arrives you can almost never say goodbye to it.
Daily Archives: 24/11/2018
RDP Saturday: Crash
I do not have a lot of time to say a lot, but what do you do when you see a crash as you are driving to the store. That îs easy. You take a few photos. I would add that no people or animals were harmed in the crash, only financially.
FOWC with Fandango: Trap
Was it a trap or just an idiot trying to make himself important.
We all get those spam mails and generally mine go into a folder. Perhaps a Nigerian millionaire wants to share his fortune with me, or I am invited to partake in a special offer, which usually is a link for my viagra. My name is Pat and the problem us that it can also be masculine I suppose. I can assure you that I really have no need for viagra and my body would probably not know what to do with it as I am the feminine Pat But now tell me is this a trap.
I received a mail yesterday in my spam folder from a jerk telling me that on 3rd August he cracked my e-mail account.
“Hello, I have bad news for you. 03/08/2018 – on this day I hacked you OS and got full access to your account. So you can change this password, yes, but my malware intercepts it every time.
How I made it
In the software of the router, through which you went online, was a vulnerability. I just hacked this router and placed my malicious code on it. When you went online, my trojan was installed on the OS of your device.
After that I made a full dump of your disc (I have all your address book, history of viewing sites, all files, phone numbers and addresses of all your contacts).”
He told me my password, which was not the password for my e-mail. He went on to tell me that I am a pervert when he saw the web sites that I visit (did you hear WordPress) and after a lot more rubbish (his english was not exactly an educated english) he said that he had made screenshots of the sites I visit and for 889$ in bitcoins he would be prepared to forget the whole thing.
There would be no point in trying to find him because he used my e-mail address.
I have two days to pay up.
First of all the only sites where I go are Facebook and WordPress and although it might be fun to go to other places, I have never found them. In the meanwhile I have cancelled the mail and as I am innocent until proven guilty, I have decided to forget the whole thing.
I must admit that such mails are annoying. Mr. Swiss said I should report it and when I asked where, he did not know. Yes computers are a dangerous tool. I am still sleeping well. And now to visit one of my forbidden sites and have a bit of fun.
Good Morning
It was misty yesterday morning when I left our estate to go shopping and everything was through a veil. It is always like this in late Autumn early Winter: damp air. It does not have to rain, there is a layer of water on everything early morning. Today is not much different. Yesterday I did no great outings, just the shopping tour in the morning.
Our local monastery was also shrouded in mist. I often wonder what goes on behind those walls. The monks are amongst us. I often saw them walking around i their long brown robes, but not so much now. I think they now wear civil clothes.
And daily life goes on, in spite of the mist. I always see this guy in the morning when on my way to the supermarket. He empties the bins at the trans stop, his little truck parked next to it. It is amazing how things register, probably because I always have my camera ready, even when in the car. Mr. Swiss is not always happy about this, as he finds having someone clicking away when he is driving can be a little annoying.
I noticed a group of cyclinsts on my way. They were probably students from the local high school. Eveyone bikes it here, except for me. I have never had a bike and have never learnt to ride one. I was always losing my balance. It was not though lack of wanting to learn, and many were the times when armed with a bike I would have a lesson from Mr. Swiss. That did not work, but I suppose it is something like driving lessons from your partner, it never works. I do not even like driving if he is sitting next to me. Even he has promised not to say anything and he no longer does, it is just the psychological pressure that puts me off. Although he no longer does the shopping with me but sits somewhere and relaxes, getting away from the maddening crowds, he is still my chauffeur. One day I will be doing the shopping on my own I suppose, but for the time being our system works.
I will probably have a wheel into town this afternoon. Saturday afternoons there might be something new happening. I noticed these tents being erected in the town during the week, in the name of the UBS (a big Swiss Bank) and am wondering what they are sponsoring. It looks like something is planned. Perhaps food is involved or just a get together.
And now to move on and do things in the apartment. I will be having a relaxing Saturday morning and I hope your day will also be relaxing. Mr. Swiss has given up and decided to go back to bed. Why not? We golden oldies can please ourselves what we do, one of the advantages of senior life. See you around in a blogging sense of the word.
And in the meanwhile I see from my kitchen window that the sun has arrived.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 