by Kenny Mah
Part of the deal with completing the house move successfully is that I’d take some time out. Some time for me, completely me. Earlier in the year, a very good friend had given me a lovely birthday gift — a gift box of twelve wonderful packages from which I could select one. Would it be a spa treatment at a hotel, with ginger tea and a floral foot bath before a languid massage? Would I choose to be adventurous and take to the skies — I could be a pilot for a day?
So many choices. But I followed my heart, or rather, my belly. A gourmet cooking class by a real chef. Something my partner and my friends may well thank me for if I pass with flying colours and am able to actually dish up a nice meal by the end of the class.
It’s nice doing something for yourself. But even nicer if your able to share it with others afterwards.
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