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♥May. 25th, 2018 // 12:08 am♥
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I'm finding it fascinating (as a person who uses site-specific email addresses) to see who has bought whose databases over the last few years. (Although, fair play, they've not spammed me in the interim, else I would have blocked emails to those addresses. Does make you wonder about the what the possible value of my details could be to them, though!)
I'm also intrigued by the number of organisations (I'm looking at you, Kent Adult Education) who've sent me two emails per day for the last three days. Hint: not going to make me more likely to click on the 'yes, please spam me!' button, chaps.
Mostly, though, given news reports from companies complaining that it's all too confusing for the poor little consumers to be getting so many emails all at once, and how they're only getting 10% acceptance rates, I have to wonder why so few none of them got off their arses and did it two or three months ago, when it was obviously coming and before people got sick of it.
(I am also amused by the number of frantic emails I've been getting from my top 'once bought something from an eBay store I also run' spammer (I have, because I am like that, reported them to eBay with no results), and wondering if they will actually stop emailing me now. I doubt it, just like I doubt that my beloved Mike Barraclough will stop any time soon....) |
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First fruits!
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♥May. 25th, 2018 // 06:26 pm♥
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This evening, we're having courgettes for tea! (Also asparagus and the first new potatoes, from the veg box. My asparagus plants have produced about two spears each this year, but They Will Grow!)
And I have been sewing:
Bob was at the vet today, and we didn't get too much of a telling off for the way he's been fiddling with his stitches (he will keep licking at them, through the t-shirt). They're coming out at the end of next week, but he isn't allowed zoomies for a few days more after that: poor Bob!
The Aga had a service today, and got a clean bill of health, which is good, but less good is that the door seal on the dishwasher has gone, so I'm going to have to wash up by hand until Thursday when they come to fix it: poot. |
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