Strangely addictive 
I've got me a 12th scale campfire now
HWMBLT just looked at me (you know that look, the one husbands give when they think the missus has really lost her marbles this time) when I said, "Gonnae photie these for me ?,
and lo, and he looked, and he saw frilly matchsticks
and in a stunned voice He Who Must Be Listened To asked his wife of some thirty odd years,
"What *are* you doing ?????"
And she replied, "It's a curling competition! "
And with rolled eyes and a droll look, He asked, "Hair or granite ?"
"Ah, no", quoth she, "It's a match curling competition on BcUK "
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... sustained silence as he absorbs the info......
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And himself said, "Oh that makes a lot of sense, might have known, you lot are bored aren't you? You're stuck at home cos it's midweek and it's pouring down out there, so you're getting your daily shinies and fire fixes, carving *matches* I'll do it in the morning".
Then Son2, for he was going to his bed since he's up early, came to give Mum1 a hug and a goodnight, and yeah verily he too looked like a stunned mullet, and asked, "yeah? what? nevermind......hug, cuddle, g'night"
Honestly, you'd think I'd never made a mess with bits of wood before
Piccies in the morning, A wee Mora Classic seems to do a nice job for under a tenner
cheers,
Toddy
I've got me a 12th scale campfire now
HWMBLT just looked at me (you know that look, the one husbands give when they think the missus has really lost her marbles this time) when I said, "Gonnae photie these for me ?,
and lo, and he looked, and he saw frilly matchsticks
and in a stunned voice He Who Must Be Listened To asked his wife of some thirty odd years,
"What *are* you doing ?????"
And she replied, "It's a curling competition! "
And with rolled eyes and a droll look, He asked, "Hair or granite ?"
"Ah, no", quoth she, "It's a match curling competition on BcUK
"...
...
...
...
... sustained silence as he absorbs the info......
...
...
And himself said, "Oh that makes a lot of sense, might have known, you lot are bored aren't you? You're stuck at home cos it's midweek and it's pouring down out there, so you're getting your daily shinies and fire fixes, carving *matches*
I'll do it in the morning". Then Son2, for he was going to his bed since he's up early, came to give Mum1 a hug and a goodnight, and yeah verily he too looked like a stunned mullet, and asked, "yeah? what? nevermind......hug, cuddle, g'night"
Honestly, you'd think I'd never made a mess with bits of wood before
Piccies in the morning, A wee Mora Classic seems to do a nice job for under a tenner
cheers,
Toddy
