It Must Be Tuesday

If there's a fire involved. This morning we had agreed I would get a fire going so we could put charcoal on to cook French toast. It was blowing a hoolie as I shivered outside splitting my kindling and sawing up bits of our old sofa. I was fair chuffed with my wee fire though and sent Floss this pic.
Later I had to go to the kids hospital with a wee lad who had an appointment. As I was checking into reception the lady asked me"Can you smell burning?" And I had to admit the smell was coming from me.