There is always the possibility that I could be hit by a bus tomorrow.
Or it could be a stray bolt of lightning.
Or a meteorite.
Leastwise, as some wise old sage was once heard to mutter into his cornflakes – “you never know the day nor the hour”.
With that in mind, I started wondering about all my Interweb shit. Herself wouldn’t be able to access anything that I have done on line. There is a lot of important shit in there that she would need to access. There is also a lot of shit in there that I don’t want her to access. *cough*
I did a quick guess as to how many user names and passwords that I had.
I guessed at twenty, give or take a few.
I was wrong.
One hundred and ninety fucking one accounts.
Where did they all come from? I haven’t a clue what half them are, but I must have signed in at some stage or other. Other accounts have several user names, and I don’t know why.
I have managed to write them all down and will leave her the file in my will……
minus all the sites I don’t want her to know about, of course.
That should bring the figure nearer twenty.