Last straw today, he came home unexpectedly, naturally me and kids like slobs still in jim jams, and his first comment was that I had loaded the logs wrong which would prevent optimum ventilation. He would happily spend all days poking it, chopping logs for it. researching best type of wood etc. You can hardly see out of the windows of this house for dirt yet he polishes up the glass front religiously. He broke it a few weeks ago and nearly cried, I was delighted.