I’ve heard your cries, and I don’t like to disappoint, so here is a shredding update:
- After filling 14 bags, I came to a pile of papers from 2003 (we’re…we’re not good here) written by my brother when he worked here. He’s now a fancy-pants smart guy in London.
- After filling 14 bags I am not close to done, but - lucky me! - I did find a Big Box of Dead Spiders.
- The sign over the shredder says “Don’t bin it, shred it”, which I am now singing to the tune of “Don’t dream it, be it”. It’s been 4 hours.
- “Wow, you’ve been working hard. You’re a shredding machine!”
“So, a shredder, then?”
