Saturday

[ailbhe]

Linnea woke in the night, crying for milk, and was threatened with rice milk. So she cried out "No! My want Mummy milk from her NIPPLES!"

It wouldn't do to get the wrong message. Some things are important.

Someone bought a weekend paper with a billion Sudokus, so with people around to herd Linnea and amuse Emer I did a whole stack of them. The ones the Times labels "Fiendish" are harder than they were when I wasn't recovering from having a baby.

In the afternoon we went for a walk to visit Rob's childminder, "Auntie Iris," who minded him for about three years and has been an honorary relative ever since. Some of her extended family were there, so Linnea was a little overwhelmed at first, but soon settled in and chose a few minions to help her examine in minute detail all the (copious) bric-a-brac, including stuffed toys won at funfair type games and many many souvenirs from Blackpool. Toddler heaven. The decorative copper kettle by the fireirons (brass copper, and brass irons) alarmed her when she knocked its lid off though. Then she made tea in it.

While helping his mother with her computer problems, Rob discovered a huge stash of porn on his USB key. He swears it was put there innocently by a nasty evil virus he caught at work. I'm sayin' nothin'.

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[the-warwick.livejournal.com]

One of our users had a porn filled USB key recently. It also had a couple of viruses and trojans set to autorun. They were due to bring their home PC in the next day because of pop-ups and other problems like a hijacked homepage. The PC turned out to be heavily infected and before we cleaned it we checked out their story and plugged in a USB key. It was duly filled with porn and trojans by the PC. We let the user off. One of our policies that users winge about is that we disable auto-run on removable drives. That feature saved our PFY from having to mop up a mess on his PC.