Shredding

Busy day.

Grey dog walk.

Wet and windy trip to Dewsbury and back.

Housework.

To shred or not to shred?

This day and age we are all so careful about protecting our data, and so none of our household paperwork can go into the recycling in case some nasty person should use it to steal our identity.

So I sat for an hour shredding statements and documentation.

The shredder choked up twice or thrice and I ended up with more on the floor than in the bag. More housework. And the vacuum doesn't seem to like shredded paper.

Then I turned my hand to tea, Pasta Puttanesca. My tired wife required Linguine, so that's what she got. To be fair, I had made the sauce and she cooked the pasta, a team effort. Lovely.