Lockdown 3 (Day 23) Norwich

I received a phishing scam email purportedly from the NHS about a vaccination.

Given my age this was a nice surprise. I am not on the priority list, but who am I to question an email from the National Health Service? No one knows quite what is going on, so I was quietly pleased about this.

Did I want to accept the invitation for a vaccination, or reject the offer? Why would I want to reject an invitation for a vaccination?

All the type faces / fonts and logos were good copies of the NHS official documentation. I was directed to enter all sorts of information:

  • Name
  • Address
  • Date of birth
  • Mother’s maiden name

MOTHER’S MAIDEN NAME?

This is not an NHS data requirement.

I checked who the sender was. Right click the mouse on the sender’s name and the actual address is revealed. It showed a private hotmail.co.uk address. The NHS does not distribute such information from a UK Hotmail address.

Delete. Report.

I called by my brother-in-law’s flat at his invitation. We haven’t seen each other for a while. We are each other’s half of a support bubble. We talked about end of life care. This was an important discussion to us for a number of reasons.

After we moved onto talking about football and cricket it was time to head for home. The rear tyre of my bicycle had suddenly blown while he was on the phone to one of his daughters. The pop came as surprise to him and disappointment to me.

It was close to midnight. There was just one other pedestrian on the street. No traffic. Light rain was falling. The rain was soft and cool. It felt like springtime.

A few blackbirds were issuing alarm calls from the wooded escarpment to my right.

I enjoyed the walk. There is a full moon somewhere behind the cloud cover.

CLP 29/01/2021

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité