I have a thing about fire, I hate it. I was in a house fire as a child.
We have an open fire but if I have a choice I’ll put the heating on rather than make the fire.
DH is out tonight and the heating won’t come on, so I made a fire.
I’m so pathetically happy with myself. I’ve even attached a picture. I cried a bit when it started but it’s actually quite soothing ❤️ sorry im rambling!