
Is it a throwback to the primitive days of hunting and gathering around the fire to cook and eat and tell tales about the size of the one that got away? This isn't a random question, by the way. It was provoked by a family gathering this weekend, to celebrate the christening of a new baby (a gorgeous and spirited little girl.) After a barbecue supper, the man of the house (MOTH) decided to light a bonfire. His wife set off to the house looking for paper and small kindling to get it started, but before she returned we see MOTH striding toward the towering pile of timber with a can of petrol in his hand. Every other male in the vicinity followed...and cheered as if their favorite team had just scored the winning goal (or touchdown) when the pyre went up with a
whoof. What is it with men and fire?
posted by Bronwyn Jameson @ 10:33 AM
