2011 — 22 July: Friday
Where did I put my duster? Today's the day two of my four NZ nieces1 descend on me for lunch and a quick "Hi, gran" to dear Mama in the afternoon. Should be interesting. Heck! I may even have a shower in their honour. I think, too, I shall exercise my power of attorney and permit their 'gran'2 to be the one to treat them to lunch. I'm absolutely certain she would have been more than happy to do so in earlier times :-)
Curiously, she never once bought me or Christa or Peter lunch in the course of our 33-year relationship, but what can a devoted son say? (I just happen to have a few words lurking in the darker recesses of my vocabulary.)
On with the show(er). It's already 08:53.
With impeccable...
... timing, Brian rang just as I'd finished drying myself. He was sufficiently mortified by even the hint of a suggestion that yesterday's malware misadventure could have originated with him that he's now going to expose one of his systems to the same theoretical source to see if his theory is correct (having first had me assure him how easy it was to remove the nasty). We are both reasonably sure that 7Zip will turn out to be the villain of the piece. But that still doesn't explain why the thing was only detected yesterday, on the same day that Microsoft's malware encyclopedia entry was updated, and literally as I was in the process of updating the signature file.
Enuf! It's now well past my optimally comfortable time for breakfast.
Instead of the duster, I opted for decimating the brambles in the front patch of jungle. Just as pervasive as malware, and equally satisfying to zap. Come on, nieces, I'm developing a hole in my tum where some food should go. Not quite a sinkhole, yet.
With luck...
... and a following wind, the two nieces should be almost back in London by now, and gearing up for their karaoke evening. Rather them than me. It boggles my mind to think that it's 24 years since all four of them were last under this roof at the same time. They still remember the trip, too. Not least because "Aunty Christa" bought them all little bracelets.
I'm now gently relaxing back into my accustomed Friday semi-torpor; it's what I do best. It's already heading towards time for an evening meal — or snack, in my case.