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The proof reader should have gone to Specsavers
 
You're assuming it's a typo, forgetting that it's excellent advice for anyone trying to protect their pubic area.
 
Umm Margaid, strangely reminiscent of my reality.
Apropos an earlier discussion and feeling that I had ‘to get down with the kids’ I joined Facebook last week. All fine. The next day I tried to log on and got the message” Your Account has been Disabled“. No rudeness or in appropriate comments had been posted by me. Filled out the form that allows you to question why your account has been disabled. No response. Eventually found a back door way in and cancelled my account. Up comes message “your account will start to be closed in one months time”.

One month! Start to be disabled! I’m not asking you to invade Poland, you useless pile of ********. Did I throw my iPad out the window? No. Did I feel like committing murder? Yes.
Also when I joined it gave me a list of people I might like to befriend. OK people who live on Fetlar or friends of theirs. But also old friends from way back who’ve never been here or communicated with me other than by phone or email. How did they know that I knew these people. Frightening.
Mark Zukerburg, or whatever his name is will not be getting a Christmas card.
 
Very scary isn't it Hen-Gen.
The computer one is brilliant Margaid, especially as just been trying to download some moth photos from the SIM card, and the computer keeps telling me it can't download the videos (that's because they are photos you mechanical moron). Got this several times so decided to connect the camera directly to it. More of the same, then " suspect device connected" It's a camera not a UXB.
Then you take SIM card out of camera pop back in computer and it let me download the pics a couple at a time.

The worst bit about passwords is everyone you deal with wants a different sort of password, length of name, numbers, upper case, lower case. It is bad enough remembering one name let alone 20
 
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I may just put the chicken one on the window of the office at Lakeside
 
The password one made me smile. My computer recently did an update and cleared all my saved passwords. I couldn't manage to retrieve them so I'm having to do new ones every time I log in everywhere. I've been using the password generator thing but no-one could ever remember those.
 
We have all ours written down in a book, after that happened to us.

A cheery pic sent to us by a friend
 

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Solidly middle class, tending towards lower middle class - but they don't list my supermarket!
 
Marigold said:
Upper class - must be down to liking for opera, and using Waitrose!
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Well I scored highly on that one - ballet, theatre, opera, but they don't allow for differences in rural areas. Supermarket "of choice"doesn't come into it, it's what is available. The only Waitrose I know of is in Abergavenny, 45 -60 minutes drive away!

But I'm me, and I've not had problems fitting in whoever I've been with. I think how one behaves is much more important than one's class. My parents bought their own semi-detached house in 1955; my father had a car (admittedly a company car which probably already had over 100,000 miles on the clock when it got to him) and we had a TELEPHONE. None of my primary school friends had either, and even at grammar school there were car-less and phone-less families. Partly the era - still quite a lot of post war austerity!
 
Yes, I agree. As the child of a war widow, I was certainly brought up to know the value of money, and was very alert to the sort of small social differences you mention, Margaid. I look around our house at all the normal things we now have which weren’t even invented then, or were prototype versions only available to the rich - fridge freezer, microwave, TV, iPad and the whole world it opens up - the list goes on, and my grandchildren can hardly believe how we did without all those things. But I remember as a child visiting my grandmother’s relatives in a country village and being amazed even then at the lives they were still living in the 1940s and 50s - water in buckets from a communal well, outside earth toilet, no electricity or gas, heating and cooking on an iron range fuelled by firewood, chickens of course, and a productive veg patch fertilised from the toilet bucket - very similar to Thomas Hardy’s time I expect, or further back still. The sort of lifestyle some people aspire to today, in preparation for what may be coming in terms of food security.
Obviously this quiz is just a bit of fun, and totally inaccurate in my case, but actually it may be pointing up an aspect of our national belief in outside appearances which, as Margaid says, is irrelevant compared with how one behaves. Which is why we all love watching Hyacinth Bucket and her insistence on having her surname pronounced ‘Bouquet’!
 
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