Fire Fighting

A brief history of arguing with the beloved about fire:

2005

Scene: Winter, a remote farmhouse, in front of a roaring log fire

me – (feeling sparkly eyed, romantic and perhaps a little drunk on Malibu Chills, snuggling into the beloved) Isn’t this lovely?

the beloved – (shifting uncomfortably) Um. I think I might just go to bed.

me – (oblivious) We could just stay here? (raising eyebrows suggestively, or trying to anyway)

the beloved – No. I’m going to bed. I really don’t like fires.

me – Oh, you ‘don’t like fires’… You just want to ‘go to bed’… (oblivious, see?)

the beloved – No. Really. I don’t like fires. The smell, the smoke, the being too hot, then walking three feet away and being too cold. Now I just feel dirty. And a bit itchy.

me – Oh.

____________________

2011

Scene: Inspecting our soon-to-be new house.

me – Oooooh, a fire place!

the beloved – Obviously we would never use this fire place. Do you think we could put a TV there?

me – (muttering ‘over my dead body’ as I scuttle into the next room)

____________

2012

Scene: House, evening, late autumn, freezing, ducted heating has just broken down.

me – (GLEEFUL!) Perhaps we could light the fire?

the beloved – (deep sigh of resignation)

Titch – We will light a big fire! At the shops!

me and the beloved – (?????)

______________

Tonight

Scene: In front of beautiful, warm, crackling fire in our lounge

the beloved – Now it’s lit I had this thought…

me – Yes?

the beloved – You know how with balconies, you automatically want to throw things over the edge? The fire is just like that… I’m sitting here thinking how useful it is, that we can just toss things in there.

me – (?????)

Advertisements

One thought on “Fire Fighting

  1. Mr Awesome has requested that Titch never be allowed to join the CFA. In any capacity. Or travel to the Dandenongs in February.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s