That moment when you’re lighting a match and a bit flies off and burns you. Honestly, it’s a wonder I’m still alive!

Not a clue how I did it. I was striking the match away from me. Growing up, my Dad was a Scout Leader so I learned that one a long time ago.

All I can say is that it flipping hurts. Another scar for the collection huh?! Good job I can laugh at my own ineptitude lighting the twig burner. As Prodigy sang, I’m a fire starter, twisted fire starter. Or maybe I’d just met my match.