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.
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