Joy and expectation...

Oh joyous day, the log burner has been lit for the first time this very afternoon. My joy, dear reader is beyond description; tis a time of year to stretch ones toes t'ward the warmth and revel in the glorious glow that emates from the steel monster. Oh how I love thee oh black, golden eyed monster. My dutiful guardians will feed it at various points throughout the evening and a warmth will spread throughout our small, country home; bliss, shere bliss. My guardians are preparing for a brief last visit from the Antipodeans, a few hours at best, to collect their luggage before they set off, homeward bound to the warmer climes of their Australian home. A cake is, as we write, baking in the oven from which a most homely fragrance can be determined above the aroma of the log burner. A log fire, cake, a lap and warmth; oh joyous day.