Today was spent mostly making a bonfire and burning a load of garden waste. In doing this I thoroughly enjoyed myself and look forward to the next lot of burning, when it happens. Fires are grand things, at least the ones I make here are. Some of them can be downright inconvenience, causing all sorts of trouble. Both of my old schools had serious fires at some point or another. It was not me, I promise you. One was a faulty television set. The other reputedly set by Auberon Waugh, was also blamed on the headmaster of the time, doing an insurance job. The founder of my first school, still floats a few inches above the floor through the Old House, marking the height difference between the old and new buildings. My old school is the village of Frensham in Surrey. If you want to know who the other gentleman I mentioned, Look here. My first school, started life as a circus. My last place was in the news for all the wrong reasons. The Monks managed to disgrace themselves. Several times actually.

When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Saviour; I give Egypt for your ransom, Cush and Seba in your stead. I am not stupid, I did not try to walk through the flames. I have tried it before and started to burn for my efforts. I think I have mentioned, the fire in the air raid shelter story before. It involved more than a little paraffin, and being on the wrong side of the conflagration in relation to the exit. Today did not require the use of Paraffin and I am writing later than usual.

I was planning, on writing about something, from scripture today, clearly I was not meant to. Not yet anyway.