
While we were having a quiet week end, enjoying the out doors and the dog show, some Spotty Herbert was ripping $1000 out of my credit card. They had got hold of the details and were spending up big in England. The Credit Union rang early on Monday morning to tell us, and that they had already put a stop on the card. Fortunately we had other methods of access to our money so we were OK. By Wednesday some of the money had already been refunded, and I should get a replacement card by tomorrow. As Terry Pratchett put it, All bastards are bastards, but some bastards are Bastards.