I actually adore Amazon. It's so easy to buy on there, there's endless choice and the prices are very reasonable. Plus the lovely couriers bring the stuff right to your door. My password is very complicated, it's the first letters of all the words of a line of poetry my mother used to recite. I doubt very much whether anyone could even begin to guess it.
We have no signal here for phobile moans, and I'm never out and about alone. (Husband has a phobile with which to talk to his family in Africa, but he has to drive much nearer to Norwich to pick up a signal.
However, he somehow uses 'wifi' at home, and can talk on that with his phone, don't ask me how that works!)
My bank now says I must get a text on my moan when buying online, a code or something. When I wrote to them and said I don't own one and there's no signal anyway, they said I must use a blooming pinsentry with an algorithm (?) or some such daft word. Gawd, send my spaceship and take me back to the fifties please!