There are many spam filters available. Hubby boots up a filter he bought, then he clicks on it and hey presto! Mail appears. The filter has been trained to alert the user to known spam, (from a central register presumably) and it seems to be a fast learner for new stuff. I have a filter that is integrated into my email client, It works similarly,and like hubby's it appears to be very efficient; it certainly does the job.

Recently though, some of my mail to hubby  with attachments (what! I hear you say, you email him? Yes I do)has ended up, so hubby thought, lost in cyberspace only to be found in his spam filter. Now what could I have done that may have caused it? I don't know.

The spammers (they're as bad as virus creators) have a lot to answer for. Perfectly good ordinary words have been hijacked by them. As for the email and attachments I sent to hubby, we're still not sure why they ended up  in the spam, unless that also has something to do with words.

I can think of a whole host of words I could use in the direction of the spammers, but they would all end up being heavily filtered.

The weather forecasters were wrong.  In my corner of the UK the weather was gorgeous. On Monday I got two or three hours gardening done in my patch of the garden  then rain and thunder stopped play.  Yesterday afternoon when I had time, it was too wet to contemplate gardening.

At half past two, famished and parched but with a glow,  I stopped for light refreshment and listened to the afternoon play on the radio.  Rested and re-energised, I went out again to work in the garden. 

Then I heard the weather forecaster telling me that it had rained on and off all day here.  Well, I've got news for you, it didn't.  However, I cannot vouch for the temperatures tonight.  They're forecast to drop to as low as 2 degrees centigrade.

Rain lashed down this morning, I rushed into town to get my feet seen to. The podiatrist said she was gagging at the TV news to know the next instalment with the arson case, where up to then, two bodies were found, one shot, burned and identified. It was like a Ruth Rendell mystery she said. I feigned lack of interest. There was something distasteful about the smiley face at my feet, raking around in the 'joys' of the mystery of that awful situation.

Next, still in the mist and rain, I travelled twenty miles to the dentist. He guarantees that the remedy for his accidental burring of my tooth enamel will put things right. This is treatment number four out of five, there is a slight improvement. I am not as confident as the dentist is in the absolute success of this treatment.

Before returning home in unexpected warmth and sunshine, I stopped off to deal with some business bits and pieces. The poor lass in the bank was at the end of her tether and needed to get her frustration off her chest. I listened to her tale of woe.

At home again, with the warm and dry spell, I decided it was time to massacre the front garden, so I did. I got nearly half of the three years overgrowth cropped and uncovered the other half of a path. Great! that'll give us room to walk. I was really into this cutting and chopping lark. The biodegradable 'hedge' was mounting up. Thunder rumbled not too far away, large drops of wet stuff began to pelt down on me. I grabbed my tools and put them and me in a dry place. I got out again to chop around a bit more, then the heavens opened. So, that was that. I'll have to wait for the next window of opportunity to finish off what I started. I'll bet hubby's breathing a sigh of relief, it gives him a break from finding somewhere to clear the massive amount stuff still to come.

Oh sweet revenge, hubby got pierced by the bits of a rose tree that he planted, that I never wanted in my patch of garden. I got rid of one tree but this remaining one had a tap root I couldn't budge.

"Ouch"
"Well, you planted it, I didn't"
"You've got a photographic memory"
"With a visual reminder, that wouldn't be difficult".