I've always enjoyed a crackling fire.
It cooks our food, warms our homes, lights up our nights.
Whether it's the small flame of a wax taper or the comforting flicker of logs on our hearth, fire soothes and enriches our lives.
Without it, I couldn't roast a delicious chicken; boil new spring potatoes; brew a cup of tea; bake a chocolate cake; toast zesty garlic bread; grill a trout; or broil a thick steak.
Even worse, I couldn't luxuriate in a steamy bath or warm cold sheets with a hot water bottle.
But there is a fire I could do without. I wouldn't mind weaning Chris from those smoky cigarillos with the obnoxious fumes. The living room curtains may never come clean. I'll work on that.
End of part nine