Where's dinner? In de AGA, Jones.

Everyone's got to name their AGA. Apparently it's one of the unwritten rules of AGA ownership.

I had no idea what to call ours. It's cobalt blue, which doesn't suggest much in the way of names. Until someone asked where dinner was. And someone else, as so often happens in this house, made a bad pun, knowing how much some of us liked Raiders of the Lost Ark.

It's in de AGA, Jones.

And so was named Jones.

Shortly afterwards, Jones started to assert his (her?) personality, mostly in the form of occasional and accidental burns, nips and sizzles. Hence the other frequently heard phrase: Jones Bites. Which could be a verb, or a noun, to describe the tasty things that come out of Jones' four ovens.

There you are, the origin story.