Sometimes it’s wise to listen to your body. Yesterday I was trying hard to hear what mine was saying. I could have sworn in the afternoon it was muttering ”duck, duck’. I had an overwhelming urge to sequester myself in the corner of our local Chinese restaurant with a whole Peking glazed bird, a duvet of pancakes, pool of hoisin sauce and not come up until all the bones were picked clean.

It turns out my body was probably saying something else- It wasn’t duck- most probably something else that rhymed with that.

And yet, off we went to Chinese. I ate an embarrassing amount of fowl- and crispy pork belly, greens …