If The World Should End In Fire

It's that time of year and the first one has been lit today. Prior to the beginning of this year it had been decades since I've had a proper fire. When I was a wee scamp* I used to enjoy the weekend, especially Sunday as that was the day I'd make my parents tea in bed and, as I had my Wolf Cub badge, making the fire up in the front room. Watching the fire start to burn is peacefully hypnotic, IMVHO.

*About the only term that could be applied to me that can be repeated in polite company.