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.

Or something.

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.

Holy shit!!!

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.

Heh!