You're probably thinking that as I'm clearly past the halfway mark, I'm too old to get hot around the collar about someone new.

Firstly, how rude!

Secondly, a woman could never be immune to the charms of this flaming hot body.

Being close to my new crush warms me in ways I forgot were possible, and I don't only mean the melting of my heart; sometimes when we're blazing, I need to walk away before I get hurt.

The heat between us is so intense.

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Could I be burnt by this new liaison, this love affair so late in life? Absolutely! Especially if I don't take precautions to protect myself. I'm trying to be careful, but the attraction is deeply irresistible.

My favourite moments are when no one else is around and I can snuggle-up close to soak in the heat of my passion.

Time disappears as I watch my crush in action and I cannot imagine this fervour ever cooling.

Even the occasions when only a smoulder is visibly present, the smallest interaction sets things ablaze again.

I dream of the future and picture us becoming even closer as we age, bringing out the best in each other as we learn more about what makes the other tick.

My new love feels like a furnace and my fusion at times is so complete that I must remove myself as I come close to igniting.

This new heat is powerful, creating the threat I might be overwhelmed and consumed by the penetrating intensity.

Of course, there are times when I must drag myself away, to care for my family, but more importantly, to source more nourishment for my inferno; there are times I must get another wheelbarrow full of wood.

The flames of love, and of a wood combustion heater, must be fed.

My husband and I finally locked in the day to replace our 40-year-old fireplace with a new piece of equipment which is pure beauty and function in action.

It burns steadfastly overnight and is so hot in the evenings that I've had to source a special pair of gloves to wear when adding fuel.

Temperatures have definitely been raised!