Nine

Just out of interest, I did some Googling on the whole itunes thing. It seems that I am not the only person who has had their iTunes account hacked and had their iTunes store credit used. There are others out there who have also had their credit cards used, NOT just their iTunes card credit.


Most have grumped and griped about the lack of support to have anything reimbursed, and their astonishment at the fact that Apple can't (or can't be bothered, as one person wrote) chasing up WHERE in fact these hacked purchases are made from.


I have now completely removed my cc details from my iTunes account, and from now on if I want to purchase anything I will go out and buy an iTunes card and THEN purchase, without storing the credits in my iTunes account.

Done....and dusted.


Something.....how do I put it.....cliche, is happening to me.

I turned forty this year, and all of a sudden I find myself looking in the mirror and comparing myself to my mother (in looks anyway, I don't think I would ever compare myself to the wonderful person she was).

Most people say that I look like my Dad; only a few weeks back at an extended family gathering a cousin of mine laughed at something I had said and commented that I was 'so much like my father' that she thought it uncanny.

This cousin's father (my uncle) is the only person who has ever told me that he can see my mother in me - this comment he made to me maybe two years after Mum died, at a chance encounter when he was at Dad's one day when I visited (I don't see a lot of my aunts/uncles, that's just the way it is). But the fact that Uncle G said "I can see so much of your mother in you" has always stuck with me.

I think that I am going through this phase of trying to decide whether there actually IS any of my mother in me because I can actually remember Mum when she was forty. I was seven, and I particularly remember her at dinner parties for some bizarre reason. Mum was a great cook, she could whip up a five course dinner for six people in this here teency weency kitchen without blinking. She'd spend the morning shopping, have some lunch, then start cooking up a storm.

As the youngest of four children by eight years (ie there is an eight year age gap between myself and the next one up), I spent many a dinner party surrounded only by adults, and I can just see Mum in the kitchen with her apron on before the guests arrived, whipping it off just before they got here, the nibblies all ready to go, everything prepared so that she just had to pop stuff in the oven - all perfectly timed. She was AMAZING.

But I digress.....because this is about physical looks, family traits, genetics I suppose when it's all said and done. I look at myself in the mirror and try to superimpose her face onto mine, and sometimes I do actually see some parts of me that remind me of her. But then I wonder whether that's just because this is what I WANT to see.

Also (and this may be waaaayyy too much information for some), when I'm getting into my pyjamas or getting ready for work, sometimes I'll look in the mirror and try to even see if my actual body shape is like I remember her's to be. (this blog thing is anonymous, right?). How weird is that?

Like I say, I'm not really sure exactly why it is that I find myself doing this all of a sudden, but maybe it's one of those phases of our life journey that we all encounter to differing degrees when we are at a point in our own lives where we're at the same age that we have our first recollections of our parents. True recollections.

I find it hard to put into words, if the truth is told. Maybe it's too big to put into words - the strange sensation of being the same age as your first real memory of your mother.

Aaahhhh life - you perplex me sometimes.

Talk tomorrow

Janeane
xx