Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven

[Val P]

We have an open fire and there is nothing like it during the winter. The glow of it alone is comforting. My Mum often tells me of her younger days looking for shapes in the flames as the family end of day chat was in full swing. That got me thinking today about modern life. Every film or song you want on demand but maybe we were better when people had less and conversation or singing was everything. Not eulogising that as a perfect era or anything like that but again pondering that too much choice doesn’t work out the best.

Absolutely agree. It wasn’t perfect but a few channels on tv meant you watched things that broadened your outlook and played more music. Nothing like an open fire and I remember my dad putting newspaper over a shovel on the fire to get it going in the morning. Sparks flying off the wood and nearly setting the rug and the dog on fire