Plating up the final roast dinner, I turned my gaze to the empty place mat next to me.
My partner Des, 37, wasn’t having a typical Christmas lunch this year – he was having a doner kebab.
‘Are you sure you’re going to be OK with that?’ I asked, pouring the gravy on our steaming dinners as my two boys Lewis, 16, and Ryan, 13, came running through excitedly.
‘Yep, don’t worry about me,’ he replied, licking his lips. ‘I’m more than happy with my doner and chilli sauce.’
Des was absolutely obsessed with kebabs.
Ever since I had met him five years