And Then, The Phone…

   Yup, still here but rather than sitting here tapping tripe on the tap-top, I’m just watching the world go ever crazier by the week. Or is it day?
   Anyhoo, for those interested, with the death of Skype we’ve settled - from the large number of options - for Yolla. So far so very good and my little nest of vipers is well pleased with it. No contact or sound in or out problems at all. To date.
   Interestingly, after a little research, and I do mean a little, I discovered it looks suspiciously like a nice option to have on any phone as follows:
To start, these are roughly the charges for her and my smartphone{?} providers; Pay As You Go, fifty plus pence a minute for calls. Plus contact charge?
   Yolla? Seven pence a minute local or UK long distance, mobile or landline. And no tricky contact importing as it uses the same contact menu as your phone straight out o’ the box. And my little nest of vipers calls to a land far, far away? Three pence a minute verses forty-five...
   And it would seem it also doesn’t use your phone providers initial contact charges either.
Also, persuade your family to load the Yolla app and get free calls over WiFi or data.
   Being of an age and being dumber un a rock, I will happily stand corrected on any of the above bits but they’re wot I got for us.

Quote; ??

“Cell phones these days keep getting thinner and smarter... people the opposite.”

And Then, Sad News…

   A sad day as it’s noted by his daughter that Grandad over at Head Rambles has passed away. My sincere condolences to his good lady and all his family.
   As it’s Victory in Europe day/week and as the World, rather than learning anything from past military follies, descends daily into ever more chaos, let’s have a deeply meaningful pair of old songs to sing along with;

                     

Quote; Peter Kay.

"All castles had one major weakness. The enemy used to get in through the gift shop."

And Then Almost…

   Still here and may I humbly pass along my sincere best wishes to Head Rambles. Take care as best you can my friend.
   Anyhoo, I’m sure I’m not alone that, when some scam comes to light, thinking the folk that fall for them are stupid for falling for such obvious{?} scams. Guess wot, I now have sympathy for old folk wot fall for iffy E-mails.
   Recently, we’ve been waiting for delivery of a small package from a land far, far, far away when I received an E-mail, purportedly from Royal Mail, alerting me to the fact that a package delivery had been attempted but failed owing to the package been incorrectly addressed. The mail asked me to click on the web address supplied, enter our correct name and address and pay two pounds via bank card for redelivery. As we were expecting a package my finger was sweeping towards clicking the link when a bright light flashed in ma old foggy heed and instead I hit delete.
   Later, after a bit o’ Giggling - not much required - it was indeed found to be a scam but given our situation, waiting for a package, it was a close call thus my change from calling the elderly wot fall for such scams utter nutters to offering sympathy as, dependent on folks circumstances at the time, how easy it is to do a quick clicky thingy in the hope of a resolution to ones present ‘problem’.
Addendumadodad; Package received next day.

Quote; Terry Pratchett.

“It was the heart of any scam or fiddle -- keep the punter uncertain, or, if he is certain, make him certain of the wrong thing.”