I had a fire in the garden last night , some thing that I have allways loved even as a small boy ,I think the colours the intensity ,the way the flames are free draws you in like some kind of large hand holding you safe ,any way ,I set fire in my old dustbin to some paper from the office and the Christmas tree ,well what remains of it , as I looked in to the flames tears ran as are common place ,I remembered when Tylor and Leah were small and of couse because we all ways had a lot of work going on so there were fires , I would say to the children that the little red ,orange embers flickering up from the flames to the heavens were fairys dancing up in to the night sky , so when ever we had a fire they would want to see the fairys dancing ,flying away to play , I can still remember as Tylor grew older and enjored more suffering and realised life is not a fairy tail ,he asked me why I had said this ,to which I answered was it fun was it exciting ? Yes very much so ,so the answer is simple the fairys were real if for just a short time xxxx