Still in Warrior Princess Mode – Update

They have started calling her by the new version, Boudica but to me she has always been Bodacea. Warrior Queen in Ancient Britain. That is the Wikipedia link to her story. It describes her as:

…It is agreed that Boudica was of royaldescent. Cassius Dio describes her as tall, with tawny hair hanging down to below her waist, a harsh voice and a piercing glare. He writes that she habitually wore a large golden necklace (perhaps a torc), a colourful tunic, and a thick cloak fastened by a brooch.[18][19]… Well that sounds a lot like me, especially after this week of righting rights:

After my set-to with my recalcitrant neighbour, and the resulting report as requested by the office, as you saw, the man has informed Ros that he will now park in the designated parking area when using his garage as a workshop. RESULT!.

What I omitted is that he is 90, tall and arthritic, and that I yelled at him furiously (I was magnificent), waved my angry arms like a battle hero from Braveheart, grated “How dare you!” at his mention of calling police, and made sure his very deaf ears understod that it was he who was illegally parked, on the wrong side of the little lane. He had deliberately blocked my way, and my heavy flat pack hall table that was perched on my walker fell off on to the ground, and as my helper was backing her car out of the lane, I had to pick it up, and wheel it home. The man is a bully to women, never married, and has been getting away with his bossing around, until now.

I feel a bit contrite about losing my cool, but others have told me of incidents that had upset them, and my reaction will make him think twice before picking on me again. I also found out yesterday that he had pulled the same stunt last thursday with my other helper, gesticulating to her to go round his wrongly parked car in a very rude manner ( there is a steep drop there), then after she dropped me back and his car was in the garage, he suddenly got in his car and started to back out! She ran over to ask him to give her a minute, but he revved up and backed out at speed, missing the side of her car by centimetres!

The police only allow him on the road without passengers and in the local area, he says, so how did that come about? Had he carried out his threat to call the cops, he would have shot himself in the foot, so to speak.

So it is over, and though we ignored him sitting on the porch yesterday, as long as he is civil, life will return to usual though I am certain he will still drive out down the in ramp, blockng incoming traffic, and nearly skittling Phyl from the side of the road as she walks her dog. Such is life in an aged community!

Then three days ago I found a suspected hacker on actor/vigneron Sam Neill’s Messenger page, pretending to reply as Sam to a compliment I had left on Sam’s apparently legit facebook page following his movie on tv that night. He wanted me to click his link to Whatsapp so we could video chat. Now I would click Sam’s link any time, but this is what hackers do, and this lets them hack into your computer system.

Not only that I wont even Skype family without someone from hair and makeup spending an hour on me. So it doesnt happen. Next morning another message. Was I going to Whatsapp to chat? Well, no. This is what they do, these nasty hackers, keep turning up but cant answer any questions and get evasive, even pretend to ring but hang up. Before I gave him my final salvo in defence of a seemingly nice man, I reported him to Facebok with the ‘pretending to be a celebrity’ button. They, apparently will let the real Sam know he is being impersonated – very badly. I am sure the real Sam can speak better English than that, even for a New Zealander ha ha. Couldn’t let that pass though perhaps that counts as a racist comment nowadays?

Pity it wasnt the real Mr Neill though. He is rather gorgeous, near my age, and with my experience in the promotion of the start of tourism in the Hunter Valley wine region, including running the inaugural Singleton and Hunter Valley Wine Show, we would have lots to chat over a plate of roast New Zealand lamb. But it is too far to go on the bus.

He can be content knowing he has a Warrior Queen ready to leap, arthritically, to his rescue at any time. I decided to upgrade from Princess. The garments wont fit.

And if it really was you Sam…oops!

Published by Eunice C English

FormerFreelance journalist. Poet, writer, artist, photographer. Retired and coping with Parkinson's Plus, macular degeneration and other boring stuff but life is still interesting, if a bit of a challenge!

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