A big day approaches!
Mr W is soon to be seventy. Of course I asked what sort of present he wanted. He replied that he quite fancied a robust garden shredder. I haven't told Sproglet of his wishes just yet as she was terrified when I requested a large carving knife and a garden scythe for one of my birthdays! As she is well aware of the ferocious temper her 'dear. sweet' mother possesses and my ability to lose my temper with my life partner she'll probably come to the conclusion that a dissected father might end up being passed through the shredder at some future point! Honestly, I make the murderer in Psycho look like Larry the Lamb!