Fires and red wine

Mandy is obsessed with stoking a good fire, using the ugly pine cones she collects, the pretty ones on display in baskets near the hearth.   On very cold and rainy days, the fire is started by around three in the afternoon.   Then I delve into the red wines or pink port wines, and grab the squeaky chair closest to the fireplace.

In this household, you cannot ask for one chocolate bar.

You protest, offer it to other people, leave it on the kitchen counter, and then promptly eat it the next morning.  Holidays and diets don't go well together. Sigh.