Once in a while, I have a bit of a clear out of bank statements and such. I wrote about it once before, but this time, the urge to light a fire was far more important than the actual paper burning part of the process. I wanted to light a fire. I didn't care that it was dark. I had some stuff to feed the flame, so I asked my Dad to dig out the barbecue, then for a fascinating 45 minutes, I bustled around a pile of burning paper and had a whole lot of fun. Yay!
7/365 - Zan makes a small controlled fire in the dark.
I'm so happy. I love fire. And I love it when noone's bothering me when I have my little fire. It's just me and the dancing flames. Hoorah for fires!