Firelighting?
Mother in law makes a little heap with various sizes of kindling, artfully arranged. According to the weather/day/runes, the heap comprises various types of wood taken from various stores around the house and garden. The size of the heap has an entirely unfathomable to me but I am assured arithmethic relationship with the hand chosen pieces of fuel that are again placed with precision, sometimes involving tweezers, and quite possibly a microscope.
Her fires go whooshing away like great galumphing things in moments.
I however, bung a wrapped Zip firelighter in and idly wave a languorous match at it.
My fires go whooshing away like great galumphing things in moments.
Last edited by: Crankcase on Thu 11 Apr 13 at 15:44
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