The photo won’t win any prizes for technical excellence but the subject is a truly beautiful bit of design. I know, I know, I have lost the plot. No-one in their right mind would be so excited by a kettle. BUT you just don’t understand…

Our current kettle isn’t very good – its water gauge is impossible to read, it takes ages to boil and it sounds like a tiger roaring away in the kitchen. We are, I’m more than well aware, extremely fortunate to be able to just go out and buy a new kettle because the old one is noisy but to be fair, it doesn’t owe us anything if you see what I mean.

You see it pre-dates me. It’s DM's batchelor kettle that sat in our loft for about ten years after we got together until my kettle sprang a leak. When that unfortunate incident happened, we scrabbled around in the cardboard boxes of his prior life, dragged it out, dusted it off and away we went. In fact, it’s almost certainly a cast off from his previous relationship – his ex had a habit of palming off her old things on him while she bought shiny new.

So, we have been utterly decadent and bought a shiny, expensive new kettle to replace the ancient one and, after years of austerity, I am not going to apologise for my cavalier attitude to earning wages and being able to afford to treat myself.