Looking Over My Shoulder

[poliphilo]

My son is coming to live with us.

Or at least park his gear with us while he does his living elsewhere.

So we're clearing a room for him.

This involves me in sawing up furniture and burning papers.

Which is uncomfortably close to what domestic murderers do.

And it's not as if I had half an acre to work in.

All this mayhem is going on in a tiny back yard and I'm in constant fear- what with the air and noise pollution I'm causing- that someone is going to pop their head over the back gate and go, "Hey, you!"

Comments

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Is there not a local tip (or Civic Amenity Site, or whatever you might call it)?

It's probably indiscreet to ask what's in the papers, that makes them too secret even for shredding. Time was, I wouldn't have assumed access to a shredder, but these days every high street offers domestic scale shredders to match your decor (or in girly pink).

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

They were drafts of poems and stuff like that. not secret but.....

We have a shredder, and I did shred about half of them- but then I got bored. Bonfires are so much more fun!