No wonder I'm confused! When I make a fire in the fireplace, I usually do it on a Sunday morning.
But ah, this Saturday I turned my wing-back chair to the flames and put my feet up on a footstool and read for an hour or more by the fire. Lovely.
Dodger sat on my knee and kept an eye on it. Looked at me when I first started it like, "Hey! There's a fire in the room. Shouldn't we be leaving?"
This is the first time I've burned larger wood from our own trees. It burned quite nicely.
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