“OW!! OW!!!! OW!!!!”, I screamed, (it bloody hurt — A lot)!
Careful who’s advice you listen to!
When I was 9 years old, my younger brother, who was 3 years old at the time was playing in the lounge and had his dressing gown on.
We had an open coal fire in those days and my Mum and Dad were always careful to ensure that the fire guard was in front of the fire at all times.