Incendio

Just spent TWO HOURS trying to get the fire lit, only to have it go out multiple times without warning.

Last time it happened, it sent me without really any warning into a meltdown. I threw the basketful of kindling into the fireplace and punched the shit out of our (old, hard, solid wood) doors. Emma was her awesome self, managed me wonderfully, got me through into the bedroom, wrapped me up and held me and got me to take my anxiety meds.

When I’d calmed the hell down, I decided to get up again and just deal without heat tonight, and I emerged from the bedroom to find…

a cheerfully well established fire.

I told Emma I’m expecting my Hogwarts letter any day now.

(In reality, we think it’s an air flow problem, that the air was coming down the chimney and snuffing the fire, and that Emma opening the central door to get my meds from my bag caused the chimney to pull the air through and up and out correctly, and so the fire ‘woke up’.)

(Magic powers still sounds cooler.)