I once met a Wendish gypsy who warned me that I should beware of women with golden eyes. When I pointed out that her eyes were brown she took me out into the sunshine and told me to look again. Sure enough, they had turned to gold. We spent a very pleasant five minutes looking into each other's eyes. A few years later i wrote a couple of stories about her but they're long forgotten now. I must do something about her in my blog.
Fire wood it's a priceless feeling knowing the wife and I will be warm and be eating warm food even if the power goes out for months. I usually have 6 cords around here that cost me next to nothing because I harvest my own wood so I feel like Im rich. Cheers and happy weekend!