David's Daily Diversions

What Not to Buy

As we have been placing presents under the tree this evening, Mrs H has been relieved to observe that nothing with her name on it is the size of a paper shredder. Ever since I suggested that this would be a ideal gift for her, she has been afraid I might actually get it.

I just assumed that since she is very keen to manually shred all our documents before they go in the bin, she would find this a useful appliance. She would, but it's not the sort of thing she wants to open on Christmas morning as a show of my love and affection. Apparently, she prefers modest little metal and mineral baubles. I guess I just don't understand women.