Yesterday must have been International Intruders Day?
I first noticed it when I connected to the Interweb and my mail box suddenly filled with little alerts – someone was trying to hack into a friend's website. There were around a hundred of these attempts, and they continued flooding in all day. I have just checked and there are 529 alerts [and they are still arriving] so maybe this is International Intruder Weekend? None of them bothers me as they haven't a chance of doing any damage, except maybe to my Inbox.
Then I checked this site.
Yes – my dearest and most faithful fan Trickie Dickie Doubleday had been trying to get in again. He had failed a dozen or so times to leave a love letter in my comments, getting stuck on my primary landmines, before eventually getting through. He would have succeded in posting a comment too, as he had hacked another of my commenters, but went and misspelled her name. [It’s Hamlin, not Hamilton you useless fucking cunt!].
I notice that he now has his own website – http://rickiedoubleday.wordpress.com/ – fair play to him, though he doesn't seem to have much to say for himself.
Anyhows I thought I had better check the daughter's site. Guess what? Yes, her stalker is back again and is trying furiously to get into her site but failing miserably. The poor lovesick puppy has tried over 70 times to get into her site, but I had supplied her with some of my landmines and he never got anywhere.
I thought at this stage I had dealt with any and all intruders but I was wrong.
Last night I put Penny out for her last piss.
Normally she just stands there admiring the stars, but occasionally she sees an imaginary cat in the pitch darkness and goes tearing off into the undergrowth. She then comes back looking somewhat embarrassed because she knows that I know there was no cat.
Last night she stood on the steps for a moment and then suddenly – WHAM! – she was gone like an Exocet missile into the North Wood. I smirked to myself as I listen to her crashing around in the distance and shone a torch over to show her there wasn't anything.
I was wrong.
Next thing a fox shot out of the hedge, streaked across the lawn, behind the lake and into the South Wood with Penny gaining on it all the time. There was a fierce racket of crashing and snapping branches before Penny emerged looking all pleased with herself. I don't know where the fox went but I doubt it'll be back in a hurry.
Penny and I get a bit iffy with Intruders.