I’m filing my latest purchase under the bracket of “things I thought I liked doing but, it turns out, I don’t.” I was pretty sure I had pleasant memories of chopping wood for a fire so when I came across a whole load of very cheap logs that were too big for our wood burner I immediately saw it as an opportunity to buy an axe. (I bought 2 actually, one for kindling). I’m twenty minutes into it now and, once again, my mind has tricked me. Is it the onset of dementia or did I once thoroughly enjoy this? I can’t remember.