At nights my little heater
usually so efficient struggles
to warm my weather tight flat
inside its thick lined curtains
as icy air blankets the
driveway outside.

Icy air stands like a wall as
I step outside into the frigid
current to put rubbish in the
bin beside the back door.

My cosy bed heated by the
electric blanket is only
warm enough for me to sleep
in with bed socks on my feet.

Snow lies thickly on the
nearby mountains as wind
and swirling air distribute
fine icy crystals carried by
Antarctica’s ferocious blasts.

I am cold !


Phone Call From A Hacker !!??!!

I had a strange episode yesterday, which taught me that hackers can phone you to hack into your computer. My computer knowledge is not vast and I was very surprised.

I answered a phone call from a man with a very heavy Indian accent who told me he was calling from Windows technical office to say that my licence to operate Windows was about to expire and I needed to update it.  Even my limited knowledge told me this was most unlikely so I told him he had a heavy foreign accent and must be a scammer. However I would take my computer to my dealer and get them to check it.  He was very angry and I hung up on him.

To my surprise he rang me back again a while later, even angrier saying that it was not about my dealer and he would tell me what I needed to do. I hung up on him again and rang my computer shop. I have had a good relationship with them for some years now  and have bought all three of my laptops from them in my serial monogamous relationship with computers.  I am very needy when learning a new computer and ring or visit them until I have it worked out how to function viably on it.  My last computer purchase was only six weeks ago and I had them install the various programmes on it, including licences and security where required.  As they have always done their job well, I was very sure that no licences would be outstanding.  I also really did not believe Windows would be calling me, and it seemed a very ignorant  statement to make.

The technician I spoke to at the shop was most emphatic. My caller was a hacker and I should hang up immediately if he rang again as he could could hack into my computer if it was switched on while we were talking on the phone. Fortunately it was not switched on at that time.  She also pointed out that I should not do anything that he told me to do as that would help him to hack into my computer.  She checked their technical department  records  to see what they had installed on my computer and said I was completely up to date. That was good, but I  was sure that would be the case.

I was astounded that a phone call could be used to hack into my computer, and am posting this note in case other people following this blog  just have my level of expertise with computers.

Phone Call From A Hacker !!??!!


Spring rains continued into
last summer keeping our
temperatures down, soaking
our land in watery Autumn.

Now winter has brought
icy rain and gales vast
drifts of southern snow.

Across our waterlogged sodden
land, loose rocky scree and
soil shift down rocky hillsides
steep gullies and cliffs, pouring
stony soil and rocks on to
main highways through the
Manawatu Gorge to Napier,
Ngauranga Gorge into
Wellington, along Kaikoura
coast to earthquake
shaken Christchurch.

After all our shaky isles’
earthquake upheavals
how strange to see our
land washing down in to
rivers and sea under
rain’s constant onslaught.



Dark Moonlight

Light pours in through my
2am kitchen window as I
fetch a glass of water;
backlights bedroom and
living room curtains.

Stepping out my front door
I see sharp cut shadows
of roofs fence garage in
the full moon’s light from
high overhead in a strange
brightly lit world under a
black sky flecked with
starlight’s distant pinpricks.

Strange light so bright
under black heavens.

Dark Moonlight

Genetic Implosions

They met in their thirties
after singleness led to more
singleness and childlessness.
They looked forward to raising
children in a family they
created for themselves

At last they had each other
marriage and a home together.
Two children arrived before
their parents turned forty
another slipped in just after.

A thriving family culture
burgeoned with visits, cards,
phone calls, skyping, texts
and emails with uncles, aunts,
brother, sisters, cousins, with
grandparents living nearby.

Genetics now threw forth its
ticking time bombs in children’s
genetic problems. As these were
faced head on, new health
time bombs confronted the
older generation debilitating
grandarents in their sixties,
in their seventies.

The new human longer life
is erratic in its well being.


Genetic Implosions


In the swinging sixties
while completing a degree
for a library career  I
attended night school classes.

Each week we practised touch
typing with keyboards hidden
under black bibs anchored
round our necks and typewriters
by solid black elastic.
We tapped keys in time to the
teacher’s calling: “a” space “a”
space – on to “a-s-d-f”,  to speed
tests for words per minute.

Then I practised nightly at
home on a huge “imperial”.

Rejected by the library course
I went on to teacher training
with a smart little portable
for assignments and planning,
later replaced with that miracle
– the electric typewriter  – .

Twenty years after my night
classes came an extraordinary
invention on which I had to
learn word processing ……
………. computers ! ……….

In serial monogamy I have gone
through three computers, for
at a certain age they fail.

The last one died because its
“on” switch could not work
or be repaired !    Digital death !


At The Grocer’s

Amaranth quinoa chia flax seeds
bulgur wheat millet couscous.

Outlandish names on bulk
jars and bins at today’s
grocer’s shop – the supermarket.

Once our grocer’s shop was one
of the little shops clustered
around the haphazard cross
roads of five busy roads.

Butcher, baker, chemist, dairy,
greengrocer, draper stood
beside fishmonger’s, hardware,
stationer’s and shoe shops.
Each shop kept to its own
line of goods, each shopkeeper
served customers at the counter.

When our first superette opened
an old lady complained to the
manager that the checkout girl
would not fetch the items on
her shopping list. He said he
paid her to stay at the till, not
fetch items for customers.

A strange new world indeed !

What would the old lady have
thought of amaranth, quinoa,
chia, flax seed and bulgur wheat ?

At The Grocer’s