We've been in this house for 5 1/2 years. During these years I have eyed our fire place, which is of a vent less type that runs off natural gas, since I have respect for gas we have never lit it.
Saturday was my first attempt ever which totally failed. I couldn't even get the pilot lit. The kids and I took off to run some errands but it bugged me that I couldn't get the fire going.
We came back home and I started messing with it again. This time I got the pilot lit and gave out a reassuring ; Aha!
Marta sat on the couch behind me reading to the kids and I turned the switch from off to low. Low my ass, the flames was filling the whole fire place but what a nice glow and comfort factor. In the seconds that followed I saw us all in front of the fire with hot chocolate, playing games and singing Christmas carols.
I turned around and stood up on one knee and proudly proclaimed: See, I got it and how nice....
That's when our fire alarm went off and my great success turned in to a frantic fire drill. Everybody outside and Milu was slightly panicking.
I guess 5 1/2 years of dust and dog hair really smokes.
So, no one is home but me, I will light the fire again and let it burn off all the stuff that smokes. If this blog goes quiet for a while I most likely burned down the house.
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