Thursday 25 February
Using a hand held rocket, a kitchen blow torch meant the charcoal was alight in mere moments. Seconds later the fire alarm was blaring.
Now, I would describe myself as an old fashioned candle man when it comes to charcoal lighting; a small flame and a gentler heat that produces just gentle whiffs of incense.
I accept faith can happen at supersonic speed and the Damascus road is always a possibility, but slow burn, slow learn appeals to my sense of (im)maturity that distrusts the quick fix.