The forces of darkness (including but not limited to Thames “replacing London’s Victorian water mains” Water, my ISP and my workplace) conspired to keep me offline, and to top if off my bank called earlier this week to say that some git in Poland had tried to empty my account.
I wasn’t particularly angry when they told me, but I am now. I’m angry with whoever decided that I looked worth robbing, with the man that decided his best course of action was to take other people’s money, and with the legislation that enforces ‘chip and pin’ in this country. It forces me to use my pin in crowded shops, often leaning awkwardly over a counter, and no matter how much I contort myself someone is going to be able to see it. This is the same number that I use at ATMs. More secure than a signature? Bollocks.
The fraud was noticed straight away, but they were still allowed to withdraw the cash. Why? The card is stopped ( I have to wait for a replacement), and I have to wait for a refund while there is an investigation. The fraud team seem efficient and competent, but it’s another thing to take up my time that I could have done without.
The fraud many people are worried about is on the internet – I’ve been shopping online for years and never had any problems. It’s somewhat tempting to live indoors and have everything delivered.
However, not everything has been horrible. I have received two very lovely packages from swap pals, which made up for a great deal. Posts about them next, after which I shall cast on Vinnland and listen to Christmas music. If this is November, December can’t come soon enough.
In other news – today I was sitting at my desk with one leg tucked under myself, as I often do, when I noticed that I had diamanté on the sole of my shoe. Although not quite what Paul Simon promised, it cheered me up.
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