Cat-astrophes

I love winter.

Well, I love some aspects of winter. In Sydney, winter means rain. Lots of rain. I like this aspect. It also means 'cold'. Yes, I know that it's not like 'Canada cold' or 'Europe cold' or 'Antartica cold'...but it is still cold enough for me. I like the cold when I can be warm. I like the idea of it being cold outside and me being warm inside.

Generally this also means burning a plethora of candles.

Candles *everywhere*! It takes about 20 minutes to change them all, trim wicks and get them all burning each evening...but that's exactly what happens.

My candles aren't lit for this evening yet.

What scares me was that I *did* spend twenty minutes lighting matches and watching them burn. Maybe it was the fact that the wood on every second match didn't burn. More likely it was just the thrill of watching the flame come to life and dance.

Whatever it was, twenty minutes later I found this sight (a few are scattered on the floor - a handful made it to the bin).



xxx