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A little workplace wellbeing today! 🌿✨

I spent a lovely day at Basepoint Evesham, providing on-site massage treatments for some lovely ladies.

It’s amazing what a little time out of a busy working day can do. A chance to step away from the desk, release tension in the neck, shoulders and back, and enjoy a well-deserved moment of relaxation. 💆‍♀️

I love being able to bring wellbeing directly into the workplace, making it easy for people to take a little time for themselves.

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Restore Wellbeing 🌿

I’ve always had such a soft spot for Patrick Stewart, not just because he was a bloody brilliant actor, but because of the man behind it all.

A working-class boy from Yorkshire, born in 1940, who grew up watching his father beat his mother. Imagine being a child, seeing the person you love most being hurt and being powerless to stop it. Rather than burying those memories or excusing what happened, he spent much of his adult life speaking out against domestic violence.

And believe me, for a northern, working-class man of his generation, that was a VERY big deal. Men weren’t exactly queuing up to talk about violence against women, let alone challenge other men publicly. You were probably more likely to get a punch in the face than a round of applause. But Patrick did it anyway. He supported Refuge, spoke openly about what his mother endured and used his fame to make people listen.

As someone who’s always been a fairly ferocious champion of women’s rights, I absolutely loved him for that. Because you don’t have to be a woman to give a crap about women. And there’s something deeply moving about a boy who witnessed something so awful growing into a man determined to help stop it happening to others. He could have just been Captain Picard, collected his awards and enjoyed being a national treasure. Instead, he used that magnificent voice for something that mattered beyond the screen.

I know 86 is a wonderful age, but Alzheimer’s and Lewy body dementia are such cruel illnesses, especially for someone with such a brilliant, articulate mind. What I’ll remember most isn’t the acting or the awards. It’s that boy from Yorkshire who never forgot his mum, and who stood up for women like her.

Rest in peace, Sir Patrick. I think your mother would have been enormously proud of you.