Tonight was the first time we managed to get a seat by the fire in our favourite pub, The Green Dragon. We have many times watched it, but all tables are usually occupied. Maybe we came half an hour earlier today. It is a real fire, with huge logs in it. Over the fireplace there is a framed notice: "No hogging the fire". I can understand this. All people are pyromaniacs. We just cannot see a fire without picking at it. It always seems that if you just move a little twig the fire will get much better. And it's fascinating to see the logs fall down.
At home, with our little fake gas fire, I must constantly remind myself not to throw paper and nutshells into the flames.