My Personal Chef

  This is a photo of my personal chef looking a little startled that I was taking his picture. He’s not really my personal chef – well, only on Sundays. That’s when I treat myself to rotisserie chicken and potatoes from the village shop. It always smells too good to resist. It’s all part of my self-care Sunday. Increasingly so, I’m realising that self-care is not an indulgence or a luxury. It’s a necessary part of getting...

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