Yesterday afternoon was quite chilly so I decided to light the fire earlier than usual.
P must have heard me rustling around with the paper and kindling as he came rushing out of the office just as I was on my knees in front of the hearth trying to get a match to strike.
He just loomed over me saying, "No, no. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong" as if there was a right and a wrong way to strike a match.
Have you ever felt like giving someone a good slap???
I easily got the second one to strike by the way.