The axeman cometh.

For some time now No1 son has been in charge of lighting the fire when he gets in from school.

He cleans out the grate.

He sets the fire.

He brings in the coal.

He gets to play with matches.


I decided today it was time he got to grips with wielding an axe. And got him to chop up the kindling too. He did good.


Smell dairy

Ugh... petrol! Had to fill up the car. I was dreading the smell. Luckily the nose is still not recording everything outside but I did get a good whiff of oil before the cold air made my nose retreat. And what I did smell was not nice.

My fried egg on toast for lunch was! Strange how I didn't even remember fried eggs had a smell.