Sitting down to breakfast, I eyed up the plate in front of me. Sausages, bacon, fried eggs, beans, mushrooms, hash browns and buttered toast… there was nothing better than a full English to start the day. The perks of being married to a chef!
I’d met Martin, then 43, in 2009, when he was the head chef at the hotel where I worked in Eastbourne.
‘WE HATED EXERCISE AND LOVED NIGHTS IN’
I’d been a single mum of three, working as a housekeeper, and the two of us hit it off over our biggest passion… food. Martin loved cooking, and I loved eating.
‘Let me cook for you,’ Martin had said. He made the best
