It's been a busy day getting rid of rubbish, filling an old, external wooden window frame, then painting and damp proofing the back of the house.
So, now, I'm having a hot, relaxing bath by candlelight. Not by choice, the bulb died in the bathroom and we don't have any spares. But as I lay here, watching the flame flicker and the shadows dancing in exaggerated sympathy, I think I should do it more often.
I'm reminded of a poem I wrote in 1993 appropriately called "Candle" so will try to find it later.