My email has been hacked! I woke up this morning to find a hundred emails in my in-box. Now that may be a normal day's mail for some, but not for retired me. And the top email was from a nephew warning me I had a problem.
Thankfully, my resident computer expert will sort it out.
I wonder why though. Why do people put time into being destructive? Terminal selfishness, I suppose.
A sunny morning here by the English Channel - with a calm sea and a few drifts of snow still lying on the Green. Our balcony primroses look wonderfully springlike. I will be kept busy all day trying to sort out this email problem, and also chasing up on a hospital appointment. I am "third in the queue" the hospital voice is informing me.
On the bright side, I am getting back in touch with a lot of people I haven't heard from for a while - and am also puzzling over all these names and addresses in my inbox. I don't seem to know a good half of them.