People are split some eat to live, some live to eat. I am the latter. The combinations of flavour, the different methods. Should I have Chinese, Thai or Indian. Should I cook myself, or go out and enjoy a take-away, or better still go up the Rose, with the atmosphere so grand. A welcoming staff and, food to make a gourmet weep! A fire is grand in the winter months. watching the flames, as they dance on the wood. The scent of the smoke the welcoming warmth. The flickering light on a winters night. A joy in life, To make anyone smile. Watching flames, mesmorising, wanting to touch, wanting to staire. Eyes unable to escape, pain as I touch, but the glow so great. Keep the matches away. Sister teases with a lighter. The mesmorising draw of Fire! And finally re-read post #85 for necromancy of threads.