In my view
I guess we sometimes get a little complacent about things, but my complacency was shaken, if not stirred, a few days ago when my email account was hacked. I don’t know what the attraction was. I’ve looked, and there’s very little in my account that’s exciting.
All I know is that it was a major inconvenience and I am still picking up the pieces.
It took more than a little time to get back into the account but, once there, I found several emails from friends expressing concern – thanks – and warning me to take care because it appeared my account had been hacked.
As well as replying to them, I spent time sending out a warning and apology to everyone else on my address list for the various rogue emails allegedly sent from my account. And from replies, it appears the hacker decided to cover a number of topics.
One, apparently, was about Harry Potter, and another directed people to my Facebook page.
I had messages from several people who received these saying the moment they saw the subject they had conclusive proof the email wasn’t from me.
A survey of 2,000 commuters revealed that one in 10 people found their journey to work so stressful they arrived at the office wanting to cry. One in nine felt miserable, and one in six wanted to go back to bed.
I can sympathise, although my experience of commuting to London was that despair only set in if the journey home proved stressful. If we were delayed travelling to work, well so be it. But when my precious time was being taken up on the way home, that’s when the stress levels began to inch upwards.
Now, as train travel is only a few times a year rather than five days a week, I find my equilibrium barely troubled by delays.
Although I did feel a twinge on a recent trip to Wales – nostalgia probably – when I found the Sudbury to Marks Tey train had been replaced by a bus. It added a mere 90 minutes to my five-hour journey, but then I’m not in so much of a hurry these days.
Should Suffolk’s police control room be moved over the border to Norfolk?
Chief Constable Douglas Paxton says the business case is unanswerable, brushing aside concerns over the lack of local knowledge issue by saying that modern technology can pinpoint the exact location of emergency calls. I bet Bridge Street would throw the lads up north, and quite possibly some here in Suffolk.
I’m not convinced that this approach – with heavy overtones of the price of everything, the value of nothing – is the right one.
Sometimes we have to look at wider issues than finance. Trust in the police is low enough at present without actions that might further reduce it.
From a local paper’s education “suppliment” (what that?), to the estate agent selling a house which had “formally” been an office, it’s been a sparkling month – again – for this column.
An intriguing item on a rugby club website advertised a “former player’s reunion”. Dinner for one obviously, and I always thought it was a social game.
Look East’s subtitles were the stars once more, with the weather forecast predicting “Apache frost”. Had it been a bit later in the year, I might have been tempted to suggest this presaged an Indian summer, but I thought better of it ...