We’re having new gas fireplaces installed this week. The first one is already in, and I’m looking forward to lighting it up for the first time.

You’ve probably seen those ads for “fire cement” on the telly. I’ve always wondered about that stuff. It looks like something you should be able to buy in a tin from B&Q. Maybe they do sell it. Anyway, if you don’t know what fire cement is, imagine mortar used by bricklayers but much thicker and with better heat-resistant properties so that it can withstand high temperatures and not crack when everything around it does.

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I’ve been using fire cement for years but it’s only recently that I started using the stuff by Fire Cement Guys. It’s good stuff, and I wanted to write a testimonial to say so because they offer a lifetime guarantee on their bags.

This is my final testimonial:

Nothing but the best for my home renovations

Then I opened up a bag of fire cement and realised it was already full. I had to buy another one of these things, and from Fire Cement Guys. It looks like they have better quality control than the last time I bought some. The colour is different: it’s more brown, whereas the other stuff was more orange. This may be due to different batches or it could be because the last time I bought some was from a different place. That might explain why it was cheaper too! Anyway, the point is that this new batch will last longer than those other guys’ bags did before it went off – which was not very long at all!

I’m sure you’re wondering how long? Well… If I had to guess based on experience with other products, probably about five years or so (and yes that includes shipping). The only problem with this estimate is that there are no guarantees when ordering online – so if

It was a chilly, overcast day. The house had been excavated, and a pit the size of a large swimming pool had been dug. A second crew was putting the last touches on the foundation, which was going to be made of concrete mixed on-site and poured into wooden molds.

Finally, the cement truck arrived. I went out to meet them. “Do you know how to do this kind of work?” I asked. “Yes,” they replied, “we’ve done it before.”

The driver got in his truck and started his engine. The mixer began spinning around, as if it were getting ready to pour a load… but nothing came out. I could hear an ominous rattling noise. Finally, they stopped the truck and opened up the side of the mixer to investigate… and then they started running around like crazy people, yelling and screaming at each other in Spanish while frantically trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

I should have known right then that we were doomed; but I didn’t yet have reason to suspect just how much trouble we were in for.

“We ordered some more fire cement,” said my father. “Mr. Maples is putting it in the oven.”

We were sitting at the kitchen table, near the window. It was afternoon, and the light coming through the curtains made a yellow square on the tablecloth. I looked out at the back garden. The sun was shining on the fence, and there was a white flower on a bush by the shed. The flower had five long petals that looked like ribbons hanging down from its center. A bee was climbing up one of them, towards the middle.

“When will Mr. Maples be finished?” I asked.

“Soon,” said my father.

I thought about what would happen when Mr. Maples had finished putting in the fire cement. He would make me put my hand in first to see how hot it was inside the oven, and then he’d take out a tray with some biscuits on it, and he’d say “Here you are,” and I’d take one biscuit and eat it while he took out another tray with different biscuits on it, and then we’d all have tea together at this table while we ate those biscuits, and my mother would pour milk from a jug into our cups, and she would