Primal instinct
Burning stuff in the garden incinerator used to be Hairy's job, before he left home, and no-one has done it for ages, so today when clearing through the week's mail there was no room in the bin. We've got into the habit of burning paperwork with personal details on, it's much more effective at removing anything that could be used for identity theft than shredding. It's also great fun, as I discovered this afternoon: even if you are just burning old bills and stuff like that, it still feels decidedly autumnal to be standing over a roaring fire as the darkness comes down on a cold evening.
