Only now am I beginning to understand why I love my Aga so much, I've begun to appreciate it more than I ever comprehend. Having lived with one since I was 2 years old I'd taken them for granted, I'd spent most of my early teens either sitting on, leaning against or on occasions partying in front of it.

It's amazing to think the 60 years old cast iron creature has witnessed the majority of slightly raucous house parties and numerous family celebrations.

When I think back it becomes clear that the role the Aga played in my upbringing was hugely significant. It dried my clothes, it cooked my dinner, warmed my bedroom but more importantly it played a significant role in making the cold bricks, cement and wooden beams of the house feel like a home.

People talk about the Aga as being the heart of the home. It's very difficult to think of another appliance which would fit that description. I suppose the fridge is probably the next most important, but on my scale it doesn't even come close to the level of importance the Aga has.

Countless house wives have sworn emotional attachment to their Aga's and finally I have reached the point in my life where I'm in agreement. The reliability and consistency along with the warm presence makes my house truly feel like a home.

I'm in love.