It’s Sunday morning and after burning for three nights our straw-stack fire has stopped blazing. Like the Ranting Nappa it is sure to be still smouldering somewhere deep down, but the flames are gone and I think I’m cured of Hiawaffling at last.
However I’m not cured of the wretched cold and cough that have been my companions for over a week now. I’m still coughing something horrible and, last night, blew out half a tooth during a hacking fit.
I would have stayed away from work on Friday had I not been successfully hijacked on the Thursday evening. No, not by the daughter (who has been in residence and who did lure me down to the local after supper for a couple of pints), I was well and truly hijacked by an Internet fraudster.
What the nasty person did was to figure out (somehow) the password that accesses my little company’s seller account on www.amazon.co.uk. Having hacked his way in he changed various details so that I could no longer access the account which lists around 2,000 different books that I offer for sale through Amazon. He (or she) then listed some new items like state-of-the-art plasma-screen TV sets at ridiculously cheap prices (like £1,3000 each) with a footnote that potential customers should contact the fraudster direct for an even better deal. I guess that my site had been targeted because I have a good “feedback” rating with very positive comments from nearly 500 customers in the last 12 months. Thus the customer would feel that my business was to be trusted whilst being lured into giving credit card details directly to the hijacker. Yucky, eh?
Anyway, in the end little damage has been done, except that my “account” had been closed down as soon as trouble was suspected (by Amazon) and the wife and I have had to spend the weekend manually re-listing the two thousand books.
Cough, cough, splutter, splutter!
