Goodbye old friend

My beautiful 20-year-old Rosière Bocuse cooker has finally spluttered and stuttered its last. My response to its demise has been unexpectedly and peculiarly emotional. It's a lump of metal after all... but much more than this. I realise it symbolises the passing of my youth. This was one of my first big independent purchases. I bought it direct from the importer in London, and it was VERY different to other high street offerings. Establishing my first home; young, full of hope, ambition, dreams of living how I wanted to, not what was necessarily expected of me. Happy days!