Need Advice Re: Malware On My Machine

Hello, after a very long silence, but I need some help. please! UNFORTUNATELY - at my age (nearly 85 - yes, really!) I recently had a bit of a "misadventure" and now I need some advice, please.
Not so long ago I sent out some mails (I'm on Win 8 and Outlook 10) and all of a sudden the complaints came raining in as aforesaid recipients were getting not one, but anything up to 40-mails, and out of sheer desperation I had to get my son to try and sort this lot out. He said it was some or other malware causing this, but now I feel I need to also add a good anti-malware programme along with my Avast to prevent any further occurrences.
As I said to son: "Maybe in another 150 years' time I MIGHT begin to understand all this modern technology!!!"
Any good advice from your expert selves?? Fortunately I haven't had any issues with viruses, but who knows ... AND if at ALL possible, not costing an arm and a leg, as I'm a state pensioner in South Africa, which means just enough to cover my monthly expenses...
Thanks in anticipation if someone can help me, please?
KIM. (Julie).

 

Well Julie, your keyboard skills are exceptional for near '85'.
Your use of grammer, paragraphing etc should see you catch on to any advice quickly!!

 

Thanks for the compliment, "STAFF" - (btw, long ago I also worked for the military when it was still an HONOURABLE and DISCIPLINED outfit before being taken over by .... the less said about the present lot, the better...." and in my day we had to RESPECT the ranks by addressing them accordingly - even though I was just a "CIVVY" (as we non-uniformed members were referred to in the local jargon). So - out of respect for YOUR rank, I address you as 'STAFF' (or Staff Sergeant - both forms acceptable there at Natal Command where I worked in what was known as "ComOps" (Communication Operations). But remember, when I started school back in 1939, the teachers at that time - even until I finished at the end of 1951 - drummed it into us that the 3-"R"-s (as they were commonly referred to -Reading/(W)riting/(A)rithmetic were the three most important elements we had to learn - like it or not - and correct spelling was drummed into us from an early age..
My home language is actually Afrikaans, and I also speak a black language, namely SeSwati - as my parents farmed close to Swaziland and all our farm hands were from there. Earlier years it was also the norm that regardless of where someone started to farm - the whites actually learned the language of that area - eg.Venda, Transkei, Lesotho, Botswana, just to name a few, and the blacks might - or might not - have learned a bit of basic Afrikaans or English, but generally speaking, communication between whites and blacks on these farms was mainly in the black language of the area.
I loved reading, writing essays, and probably most of all, beautiful poetry - even to this day I often quote complete poems, or sections, depending on whether someone else and I are discussing something and an appropriate line, verse, or even complete poem fits in the picture of or discussion...
Anyway, once again, many thanks.

 

Awesome! Both you and your parents are very brave, but you made use of what you had.

Please share some of your poetry here, I would like

Edit: Eldon is the resident SA

 

Hello, 'Staff'!' (I rather like addressing you by that title - having had dealings with the military years ago, as I mentioned in my previous mail!
Ok, I myself have also written quite a few poems in my time - especially dedicated to a certain steam locomotive that is awaiting intensive repair and maintenance work (yes, I am also crazy about good old-fashioned "steamies" and have no less than 3 of the beasts named after me.... but how about letting me have an e-mail addy then I can freely send you stuff which really doesn't belong here - after all - this is all about sorting out "tin-brain" problems, not so? However, here's one of my own and the story that goes with it - years ago, while we (as a family) still lived in Durban, a certain road around the corner from our house was forever being reduced to pothole status as it was on a slope and for some or other reason, regardless of what the council (we referred to it as the 'corporation' would get it fixed, only to see it once again become a hazard to traffic, until one day when I was working for a local suburban rag - oops - THE BLUFF RATEPAYER - sat down and penned this tongue-in-cheek poetic license which was printed in our weekly paper, along with (another) pic of our now infamous pothole. So here goes:

ON THE DEATH OF A POTHOLE – 1978/
Every morning without fail I'd go and take a look
At my favourite pothole up the street and note down in a book
Its daily progress as it grew into a noble crater
Of vast dimensions wide and deep some three or four months later.
It made a grab for every car that passed along its way,
Shaking it to pieces and bidding it to stay.
It harassed every motorist who'd curse and dodge and caper
To avoid it, and it's pic was even in our newspaper.
It lay there with jaws open wide, grinning at the sky;
It seemed if there was nothing that could ever make it die....
However, time was running out; the corporation had a flap,
They sent out some THREE DOZEN men to firmly shut it's trap.
And when I went up there again to Parson's Road, my heart was sore,
For alas, alack, and all that jazz, my pothole was no more! RIP!!!
But this tongue-in-cheek bit of 'poetic-licence' was a once-off - I have wrotten other stuff too, but on a more serious vein, so if you want to read some really lovely poetry (written by REAL poets long before I was around) rather let me mail these directly to you instead of 'faffing' around here on a page with more serious problems and people writing to you guys here in the hope of getting aforesaid problems solved. Deal? You've got my e-mail address, so - as my mother always used to say: "Fair exchange is no robbery...."
Meanwhile, have a good one - are you in the USA? If so, winter has caught up with you people, while we "SAFFERS" (as some people like to refer to us South Africans) are glad that it's simmer gain - especially me with my old bones not welcoming the cold winter/s.
Cheers,
Julie.