When I saw the bonfire thing I was expecting a response among the following:
The fire brigade turned up and put it out last time (this happened to me in Wales when we organised a bonfire at a remote farmhouse I was renting)
The neighbours went nuts the last time.
There’s a petrol station over the hedge.
But no, it’s just a question of not wanting singed grass and worrying about a few sparks. That wouldn’t have stopped my dad; he set fire to the chicken shed on neighbouring land. Lots of clucking, lots of panicking adults, a big red fire engine – it was great!
Junior has played with fires in German feuerplatz and manages to get the wood burner going but isn’t the pyromaniac we were as kids.