Nine years ago, in the lead up to our wedding, I worked three jobs to pay for it. In addition to my main job as a nanny, I worked behind a bar several nights a week, and also with another family. Five days a week I'd pick their child up from home at 730am and drive him to school. Two days I'd collect him from school, and take him home. The mum of the family was a stay at home mum, so my childcare services were not required. Instead I'd cook the family's tea. I loved it. They had an Aga, and a range of beautiful cast iron cookware. Ever since then, I've wanted the same in my own kitchen. I'm still waiting on my Aga, but tonight, making soup in my new cast iron pots, a little part of me is very happy indeed. Sometimes the small dreams will do.