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Afternoon touchdown at its home field, NAS North Island.
The CMV-22 Ospreys have joined the fleet, but the C-2s will have the bulk of the Carrier On board Delivery mission for the next few years.
Well - I just met M. Duane Rollo Renaud for coffee at the famous Yreka Bakery, right on the harbourfront here in Monte Carlo. It was quite a revealing encounter!
Before the meeting, I was instructed by another intermediary - none other than Pancho Biddlecome - that there would be a call and response style password, to make absolutely sure that I was the real Lady Rebecca Lyndon - as M. Renaud had never met me before. The two-part password went like this:
M. Renaud: "Girl, bathing on Bikini, eyeing boy, finds boy eyeing bikini on bathing girl."
Lady Rebecca: "You can cage a swallow, can't you, but you can't swallow a cage, can you?"
After this solemn tomfoolery had been completed, Renaud explained that, although he works for the 'Radar' Private Detective Agency in Montreal, he had been hired in this case to represent the Wassamassaw Mining and Manufacturing Company - a wholly-owned subsidiary of my late husband's global business empire.
"You are the sole heir of your husband's vast fortune, Lady Rebecca, but your husband suspected that - in the event of his sudden death - his fortune would be tied up in probate and probably in legal challenges to his will, that might last a very long time. He therefore seeded very substantial funds within the Wassamassaw Mining and Manufacturing Company, of which you are the sole shareholder and Chief Executive. You may draw almost unlimited funds from the Wassamassaw Company, via a numbered account in Zurich, which is ultimately registered under the name of Edna Lala Lalande, a name which you must use from now on in any communications with me - or anyone else who is from the Wassamassaw Co., or who is representing it.
"Leaving aside the almost unthinkable wealth that you will eventually inherit from your husband, you are now an extremely wealthy widow. And I mean: extremely wealthy."
"That's very comforting news, Monsieur Renaud. Perhaps - with all this new wealth - I might now treat you to a crêpe suzette at the Café de Paris?"
Toodle Pip!
Love and Kisses to all my Friends and Fans!
xxxxxx
Lady Rebecca Lyndon
Duchesse de la Baleine D’or
"Arrivato davanti al portone esitò.
Troppe sono le cifre che siamo costretti a memorizzare: i telefonini, le password di internet, i bancomat…
Niente di più normale che giunga un momento in cui tutto si mescola e cerchiamo di entrare a casa con il numero di telefono."
David Foenkinos
Although the Navy has already taken delivery of the replacement for the Greyhound, the Grumman transport will be around for a few more years.
I've been stuck in the dark every night this week, with no electricity.
Someone keeps trying to reset my Instagram password (not sure what they hope to achieve, I have 2FA and Instagram can ignore all password reset requests - which I activated).
Also, I've been called out as a narcissist cause I don't follow back. Well, okay, I follow who I want to follow, if that's selfish so be it. I'm a bit nervous about interacting online too.
❤️❤️❤️
Like a doorman in a speakeasy, this silvereye seems to be demanding ID. Silvereyes, in all their variants, are Australia's White-eyes, and can be observed in busy, noisy groups wherever insects, flowers , fruit and nectar can be found in shrubby trees.
"La stazione Università della linea 1 della metropolitana di Napoli si trova ad una profondità di 30 m al di sotto del livello della strada, una profondità notevole, ma di poco conto rispetto alla "viscerale" profondità della stazione di Salvator Rosa.[3]
Vi si accede tramite due scale, una posta dinanzi al Palazzo della Borsa, sede della Camera di Commercio di Napoli, l'altra sul marciapiede opposto, lato mare, dove c'è anche il vano ascensore. La loro particolarità sta nell'essere rivestite da piastrelle su cui sono scritte le parole che sono state inventate negli ultimi tempi."
Fonte Wikipedia
After a tangle with Yahoo accounts, passwords and email addresses I'm once again able to post photos here - after nearly 9 months! Apologies to those who have messaged me and received no reply ... I'll try to make up for it by posting a bit more frequently than I usually do. There's a backlog to make up!
'Password 4 ( !M./A-aL0ePyEESwuvefHAN]os; )'
Thanks to Village Underground. Photo by 303db
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(not had time to update here for a while, tons of new work not up here yet. www.facebook.com/SHOKONE is more up to date)
Forty years on from its origin as 3M's Press 'n Peel, the Post-it note, so frequently used around computer screens to hold phone numbers and passwords(!), now somewhat superseded by the mobile phone Memo app.
This buck did not want to let me pass without the correct password or at least some carrots.
Welcome to winter
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I sat in my 'control tower' at the end of a hard week at work. It had been busy through out but by yesterday morning the stress was mounting.
I had had a letter from my doctor's surgery (not that I know who my Doctor is) saying that I could no longer order my Repeat Prescription for a mild dose of stress relief tablets from my local pharmacy. I would have to organise them through my Doctor's Medical Centre. It said I could do them online. "Great!" So I got online. And it said I needed to register and get a password. "Damn". I rang the medical centre to ask how I registered and got a password. "Well, you have to come down here with ID and we then issue you with a Password, which takes a couple of days." "Aaargh! Don't you realise I have a job 20 miles away and I can't just float in and out of work when I feel like it? I'm not ill. I'm not off work". So I diverted through the morning rush hour traffic to go to the doctor's surgery before work and walked in with ID in the form of Passport and Driving Licence. "I'm sorry", said the receptionist," but we need a utilty bill as well, showing your address"......."Aaaarghhhh!" I can feel my blood pressure going up! "What was wrong with the old system?" She explained, "Too many people are ordering tablets and not using them, and it's a waste". But I said, " I get tablets because I know they are good for me. I'm not a hoarder. Why am I treated like a hoarder.... a waster?"
I'm stressed. Work is busy and pressurised. And I've just bought a house for my son and his wife and kids to live in until they can afford their own. And then my daughter bought a house at the same time and I thought it fair to give her the deposit for it. When asked about funds my daughter explained her Dad was giving her the deposit. So the solicitor asked if it was a loan or a gift. I said it was a loan because my daughter wanted to prove she was financially independent and would pay it back. "Ok" said the solicitor" I need confirmation it is an informal, inter family arrangement and that you will have no interest in the property. The mortgage company will need to know no other party has a financial claim on the property" Aw hell, I thought. "OK it is a gift" I reluctantly said, knowing that I have to keep a record of these things for tax reasons. "Right!" said the solicitor I need to know where that money is coming from, for money laundering reasons". Jeez, I thought, I'm already beginning to regret being generous. She's my daughter. I just gave it to her like I used to give her pocket money to buy sweets. No one ever asked me to prove she wasn't buying sweets on the back of money laundering. I explained I'm just in the process of buying another house too, so here's a copy of a statement showing that I have access to funds to cover all these amounts. Well, blow me down that was acceptable! Until they said they now needed proof of my ID. Aaaaaaarrrgh! You want me to come to your office in Crewe after 9.30 when you open to show my face and a Passport, at a time when I need to be in work at Manchester Airport? I refused. " No problem, " said the solicitor but I will have to charge you £ 1.80 to do an ID check online and £ 5.40 for an AML search. "Whaaaaaat? You even charge such petty amounts?" I couldn't believe it. Now the solicitor has emailed to ask me to send a copy of my Driving Licence, and as an afterthought has asked for my date of birth too, and I'm seriously beginning to think this is a wind up or the solicitor is bent and is aiming to hack my bank accounts. She says it is all required under Anti-Money Laundering Laws. But it's gone crazy. I'm not a thief, or a criminal. I'm not a drug dealer or a pimp. Why do Doctors and Solicitors assume I am a low-life until I can prove I am not? I'm just an ordinary, honest hard working tax payer. I must be in the minority. And therefore a mug.
At least back in my own little world of freight forwarding I can control things. I was surprised to answer the phone and find myself speaking to a lady who last called me nine months ago. She had told me she had a chronic intestinal illness that means she has to couple up to bags of a special fluid every day just to survive. Her son was getting married in Australia and she was desperate to fly out there for the occasion. But that meant taking a large amount of fluid with her at a cost of over £ 5500 just for the excess baggage one way. And if it didn't arrive within a day of her arriving she would die.
It turned out the supplier of these fluids is a worldwide company and they suggested they could make up her prescription in Australia so they could have a supply waiting there for her.
But when she rang me out of the blue yesterday it was to say she had been badly let down. She was flying to Australia on Monday morning and they just rang her to say they couldn't supply this fluid which is so critical to her living just another day.
And so began a day of working to provide a logistical solution for her. In reality it wasn't so complicated, but just more a matter of making sure every aspect was watertight. I must admit I got a huge amount of job satisfaction from helping her in her hour of need and she was generous with her thanks, but I said a photo of her enjoying her son's wedding was all the thanks we could possibly want. A picture really would be worth a thousand words.
I like our industry. I don't have to take any crap from any body. And in our business there really are people who can be trusted to go the extra mile to help someone without insisting on charging £ 1.80 for petty costs.
But the story with the solicitor didn't end there.
It gets better or worse. The Solicitor has now conducted "Bankruptcy" checks on me. Me, who bought a second house with cash and gave a cash gift to my daughter for her house deposit. (I'm sure the first sign of a Bankrupt is that they have significant sums of cash to hand)The check has found someone with the same name as me living in Newcastle upon Tyne, some 200 miles away who filed for bankruptcy in 2012. I now have to certify that that person is not me. Where will it end? I have now penned the following to my daughter's solicitor:
Dear Ms XXXX
I don't wish to sound rude so I am sending the toned down version.
I hate the expression, but are you sure you aren't having a laugh? I can't believe the cr@p I'm having to go through just because I gave my daughter a modest gift. I bought her a car many years ago that cost more than the gift I have given this time. Where was the Serious Fraud investigation into how I paid for the car? I just bought a second house with funds from the same source but I don't even remember having to prove my identity or where the money came from. With all these requests for proof of this and that I suspect my identity and background would have been less scrutinised if I had actually been convicted and sent to prison for stealing the money. I'm just glad you haven't demanded a strip search yet.
So you want written proof I'm not a bankrupt, to give to the mortgage lender, even though I have no involvement in the ownership of the property so that they can be sure that the money I gave as a gift to my daughter, and which you have already received, is available to be paid to them? But you also require proof I am not a bankrupt who magically found enough money to buy another house with cash and to make sure I am not a drug dealer, thief or pimp?
I don't even know who you are and that now you have received all this info on me, how do I know you are not planning to hack my accounts? Of course, I don't mean that, but surely you get my point. Is your company as careful to check that payments to your firm don't come from laundered monies?
And by the way that 'gift' to my daughter was also from my wife, with whom I share joint accounts. How do you know she isn't a stay at home 'Mom' who makes cakes and sells them to little children without declaring it to the tax man and then launders the cash by buying sausages and toilet rolls at Tesco? I note you haven't asked her to prove who she is. Is that an oversight, and now you will demand the same of her?
Come on, will this ever end? I've more important things to do than to regret helping my daughter out.
I'm not that bad! But you are driving me mad.
Best regards
MMM