SPD – 2 pregnancies on crutches.


Having now had they joy of being pregnant twice I can, hand on heart say that I love being pregnant. However, both pregnancies- first with the Twins and most recently Bubs-  have ended up with me being on crutches. With Bubs it was so much worse and I literally could not leave the house for the final few months.


I had a condition called Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction (SPD) or otherwise called Pelvic Girdle Pain in Pregnancy (PGPP). This is basically where the muscles and ligament inbetween the pelvic joint become very relaxed and unstable, resulting in horrendous pain. The only way I can describe it is this (it’s not pretty I warn you…) imagine your lady parts as an oyster shell or muscle shell, being forced apart, unwillingly. And at the same time having something blunt jab right up inside you.

I first noticed it with the Twin pregnancy when I was about 4 months and moving house. I pushed a box full of belongings with the inside edge of my foot and literally couldn’t breathe or move, the pain was excrutiating. It gradually worsened and so I made an appointment with the Midwife and the Dr. They both confirmed SPD and got me on the list to receive some physio at the local hospital. Here they gave me a support band to wear around my hips in an attempt to stabalise the joint and also treated me with accupunture. As the Twin bump got heavier, walking was becoming a real issue and by 7 months I was given crutches. There were concerns that if I gave birth ‘naturally’ I may damage this joint beyond repair and worse case scenario was that I could need a wheel chair. This was such a worrying time not only for my babies and my body but mentally and emotionally for me, particularly as my job was so physical – leacturing in dance and performing arts.

We met with many consultants at the hospital and even though the physio’s were insistent that I should have a C-section the Consultants still weren’t convinced. One even said to me and Hubs, that they could deliver one ‘naturally’ and then the other one by C-section (as he was breach at that moment in time). Once again….filled with dread. This was not the birth I had planned – I’d intended a drug free as far as possible birth. Eventually they agreed that a C-section was in order and the Twins were born at 37 weeks. We needed 5 days in SCBU but the day after their birth the SPD was gone. No pain whatsoever, no need for support bands or crutches! Incredible!

So this time round naturally I was concerned about the condition returning. And by just 3 months in it was bad. So much so that I was signed off work and on crutches immediately. Knowing that this was going to be for the long term Hubs purchased some hockey stick padded grip and I ‘pimped my crutches’! – oh yes, that’s a thing!


I still had the support band and had been using that since 2 months. The conclusion that I was given by the many medical people I saw was that it was likely to get worse given my previous history; a combination of having loose flexible muscles and ligaments in general anyway (useful as a dancer but not as an expectant mother it would seem!), the pregnancy hormone Relaxin, plus having suffered with the condition before and the fact that now my body was 10 years older. I ended up being signed off work right up to when my maternity leave began. Not what I had planned…again. The ideal situation was to work up to the Easter Holidays, not October Half term! Bubs was born at the start of April…that’s a long time to be off work! With the Twins I had worked up to the end of the Christmas Term and they were born at the end of January. I had managed to still drive and teach that time round but this time things escalated incredibly quickly and extremely painfully. By Christmas I had stopped driving due to the discomfort but also the worry of should I need to perform an emergency stop the damage I could do to the joint by the sudden movement.

At first being home, not feeling ‘ill’ felt very odd. I’m the type of person who can only be off work when there’s something drastically wrong. Looking back now I can appreciate that actually, yes, it was best to be a home pottering around but at the time it felt so wrong. I enjoyed a few school runs but instead if the 5 minute walk each way they should have been, it was turning into a 20 minute each way battle. Over the months I got slower and slower and the pain got worse and worse. At the very final stages even just tackling the stairs took an age. One stair at a time, mostly on my backside using my arms to heave up myself up or gingerly let myself down. I tried so hard to stay mobile even if it was just to walk to the post office or get the Twins form school – all aided by the crutches of course- but by February it was just not possible. Advice, once again, from the Physio was to not let my knees drop beyond parallel, meaning that they had to be hip width apart at all times.  Any movement even slightly beyond this range caused huge agony. The pain, the fatigue all took its toll on me and I resigned myself to the fact that I would be doing very little in the way of moving and housework. I couldn’t push the vacuum – it caused the pain to spike. I couldn’t lift anything, couldn’t bend to reach things on the floor and couldn’t even lift the kettle and hold it under the tap to fill it up, the stress and discomfort once my core muscles had weakened meant that there was even less stability at this point. I had my little jug which I could fill 3 times in a row and that would fill the kettle!  Needless to say that with not moving and growing a baby I put on some additional pregnancy weight!!

On occasions when I needed to get out and go anywhere we had carrier bags on the car seat to enable a nifty ‘swivvel’ action to get my legs in or out of the car! Visits to the midwife and getting onto and off of the couch involved lots of rolling onto the side, walking my hands towards my hip to sit me up and then having a great deal of support from Hubs or Midwife to get me down to the floor.

By Christmas with my Bubs pregnancy the physio was of no further benefit. If he treated the back it aggravated the front and vice versa. The acupuncture seemed to help for a day on some occasions bit on others created an even worse pain. I invested in a heat pad which helped a smidge and was prescribed codeine; something I was loathed to take and as such only took one when I was in tears of agony. I was very aware that the baby could become dependent on it if I took it regularly and if this happened then I would have to stop taking it 2 weeks before the due date. But I worried. What if things started happening before I’d come off the codeine?  So I took it on an as needed basis.

A C-section had been the plan from the get-go with pregnancy number 2 and so I felt calm, having experienced this procedure before. I planned out our birthing music (quite a collection but that’s for another post!) almost down to the exact time that Bubs would emerge (it’s the dance teacher element…even choreographing a baby’s birth!) We were booked in for 39 weeks and actually for the week prior to that I had been experiencing some Braxton Hicks and then from the afternoon before our birth-day I had been having contractions.  This was a whole new experience for me having not felt this with the Twins! When the surgeon actually opened up my tummy to deliver Bubs he commented on how engaged the head was!  When we’d arrived at the hospital that morning at 7am the contractions were about 20 mins apart!!  EEEESHK!!

Codeine free and a healthy baby born the delivery had gone well. We stayed one night in Hospital and then came home the next day. I needed my crutches for that second day but then as if by new motherhood magic…the SPD thankfully, so amazingly thankfully (just as it did with the Twins) disappeared soon after the birth. The worry of permanent damage and possibly even the need for a wheelchair was over. I could walk! Unaided! The pain and discomfort of the C-section recovery was nothing compared to the SPD pain. As a very active person the prospect of not fully recovering had been very scary – what if I could never run and play with my children again, what if I couldn’t teach dance again, what if I became this enormous burden on my family? Now though I need not worry. I still feel the odd twinge and that’s ok, it just reminds me to slow down and take things easier. Recently joining the gym and starting my own fitness recovery programme I am very aware of my limitations and am more than happy to reach my fitness goals sensibly and in the right amount of time.

The Aloha Mummy




Diary of an imperfect mum



Village Show and Beer Festival


Ah! Its the day of the Village Show, to be followed by the Village Beer Festival! So glad we chose this village to move into!


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Our morning began early by creating the Twins Vegetable Animals. Twin 1 had decided to create a Turtle using a mango, grapes, and blueberries whilst Twin 2 had opted for a Giraffe using a Galia melon, carrots, peas, sweetcorn, red pepper, an apricot and celery.

We set to work. Cocktail sticks and glue gun prepped and ready to go! The Turtle was quite a straight forward creation whilst the Giraffe required slightly more structural work and balance! It sounds like it should have been an easy thing to do but as we progressed down the route of bringing life to this random collection of allotment dwellers, the Giraffe’s head was causing some issues!_20160716_083759.JPG

The apricot which had been chosen as it’s head was really rather a soft fruit to work with (who’d have thought?!) It sat precariously on top of a cocktail stick which itself was stuck into the end of a carrot neck. Now, I can safely say that I have never glued vegetables together before. That is now one thing I can tick off my bucket list!!!! Twin 2 helped out gluing and sticking on pea eyes, carrot tip ears, sweetcorn horns (ossicones to be Giraffically anatomically correct! Don’t say I never teach you things!) and red pepper lips and a celery tail.  All things considered it actually looked very cute!

Twin 1’s Turtle also had a cutesy little look to it’s face and together they made a lovely couple!



We also had other entries to get up and into the judging tent – all had to be in place by 10am when the tent closed for judging. I had a photograph of the Twins jumping like mad grasshoppers in the long grass of the field under the category ‘Devonians at play’, and Twin 1 was also entering his a-mazing drawing that he had done of (swooooon!) Legolas. The trickiest entry was the sunflower going in for Tallest Sunflower grown in a pot. Hubs and Twin 1 set off walking up the road carrying this. We live at the bottom of the village…the ‘show ground’ was at the top!


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Twin 2 and I loaded up the car with the photograph and picture and VERY CAREFULLY collected the vegi-mals. Giraffe’s head fell off!!! ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!

RIGHT! We quickly removed the eyes, ears, ossicones (again, thank me later for your random fact of the day!) and mouth and glued them onto another apricot, gently placing this on the cocktail vertebrae. We also made a reserve head…(just in case!) loaded up the car, Bubs included and made our way into the heart of the village.

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Unable to turn out of our road and make our way to the show. We waited…and waited…stationary traffic.

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There would not be time to pick our way through the traffic coming down from the show ground and negotiate the several horses that inevitably would also be there too. Drastic times…I decided to take the lesser driven route through several lanes – these can be hazardous and as is always the case for me, riddled with Sod’s Law. I was bound to meet a tractor, mobility scooter, lost DPD van on the tightest bend! But remarkably, I didn’t! Those vegi-mal Gods were smiling on me today!

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We made it with seconds to spare, deposited the vegi-mals, (luckily second Giraffe head had held itself together which was more than could be said for reserve head which now only had one ear remaining!!), placed Legolas, and photograph in the designated areas and admired our sunflower before the announcement declaring that all competitors must now leave the tent!

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Mission accomplished! We could now go home, shower (I had become rather stressed with the decapitation , lanes and spare apricots!) have lunch and then head up when we heard the Church bells announce the commencement of the Maypole dancers procession to open the show. (Usually I am one of the Maypole ladies, helping to run the weekly practice sessions which would invariably involve untying knotted ribbons, untangling random children from ribbons and hanging onto ribbons for dear life when a gust of wind came by! However this year having only recently given birth I was just an onlooker!).

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We entered the show ground, paid our fee and had our hands stamped and made a bee-line for the tent!  Success!!! The Sunflower had scooped a confident second place being only a few centimetres behind the winning exhibit! My photograph had also taken a second place and Legolas had won the category (freestyle art aged 10-16 years) for Twin 1 – who had seen off competition from many older entries, being just 10 years old himself. We made our way to the vegi-mals. Alak! No prizes here just our little creatures looking a little bit shrivelled and dehydrated!

Not being involved with the Maypole this year I leisurely wandered around the rides and attractions with the Twins and then had the pleasure of watching the Maypole dancers without the added stress of the possibility of things going wrong and needing to be unwound! They danced beautifully and the patterns created were spectacular. The show has now been going for 111 years and to think that for all those occasions generations of dancers have danced on this very spot is very comforting. Steeped in tradition we be!


1700 hrs

It was around this time that the beer festival kicked off and folk began to dismantle all the rides and stalls that had framed the edge of the field. We paid our fee, collected our pint glasses, bought our tokens and strolled into the vast  glorious beer and ale-kegged tent! Selections made from our programme of liquids on offer, we merrily supped our choices in the early evening heat, sat on the village field, with bands playing, children playing and families enjoying each others company.  It’s a very satisfying feeling, especially amid all the painful goings on in the world at the moment.

As evening drew in, Bubs was ready to head home and so we gathered up our clan and headed back home for some cream teas and beers in the garden. We gathered up our entries, collected our winnings and made our way home.   Hmmm, the Sunflower! None of us really wanted to carry that back home!  Luckily, Hubs Mother drives a soft top….you can see where this is heading can’t you?!!

She wasn’t drinking and so was designated driver to bring the sunflower back home! Hubs sat in the passenger seat cradling the pot and they drove down the hill. Of course, they got stuck waiting for a horse to pass by them…right outside the village pub! There was laughter, calls of ‘Where’m you buyed that boy?’ and a round of applause, before the car could move on again!


And that’s our village! On village show day at least…aka Limited Cash-back Day at the Village Shop! (They only let you have £20 as one year so many people took up the offer of cash-back that the store ran out of cash!!!!!)

Next year I don’t think we’ll attempt vegi-mals…longest dandelion root is sounding rather appealing though!…….!


The Aloha Mummy

Toasties & canoes in Cornwall; a flying visit!

Ah, how lovely it is to have a little break! A few days in Cornwall has restored my energy, we have had some lovely family time and it was our first mini-break with Bubs!!  We had just the one night away – bit of a see how Bubs copes scenario!  Brilliantly is the answer! And thankfully the room had air conditioning so Hubs did spontaneously combust! (Always a bonus!)




We met up with family in Truro and immediately headed to Truro Cathedral for the slate signing, Roof Appeal. My Mum had done it about a year ago and now with Bubs’ arrival we felt we should do another one!  Twin 1 and Twin 2 shared a slate, drawing around their hands and adding Bubs’ name whilst Mum did a little family tree slate which links back to my great-grandfather who was born in Tregony in Cornwall in 1889.


Roof slates done we had a spot of lunch in the Cathedral Refectory, which was utterly delicious! The bread alone was incredible! Huge and granary, just the way I like it!


We then skipped over to the National Trust property; Trelissick. A wonderful house and gardens with views over the water down to Falmouth and Pendennis Castle. Of course we enjoyed some ice cream, watched swooping swallows, had a spot of badminton on the lawn, posed for some family snaps and then headed to the hotel, within 5 mins of Trelissick.


Bubs taking in the majestic outlook!


Lappa Valley


The next day, the Twins having filled up (yes…totally FILLED up!) on the buffet breakfast we drove to the Lappa Valley. We had been here when the Twins were about 3 and the little train ride to get to the activity-filled play area always makes me think of the book The Forest of Boland Light Railway by Denis Watkins-Pitchford otherwise known as BB – a book about gnomes and goblins and the battle over a railway! With dappled light falling between the leaves and bouncing on the tracks it was simply perfect.

The boating lake was the biggest hit of the day and saw Hubs and I in a canoe alongside the Twins! Ah bless, seeing them work together (HAA! Not!) to get the canoe to travel in the direction they want (urrr…nope!); watching them gracefully glide their paddles through the lake (aka bop the one in front’s head and leave a trail of duckweed on their back!); listening to their calm voices (“You’re paddling the wrong way!”…”No you are!”)….hilarious family bliss! Almost Swallows and Amazons!

After hours here enjoying the play fort, giant slide, climbing frames and crazy golf we headed back to the car to head down to Fowey and get a spot of grub for our journey home. The Twins had another night with our family so it was a trip to Fowey for Hubs, Bubs and moi!



Carrying Bubs in the baby pouch was a grand idea as the lanes in Fowey are very narrow and busy so it took the hassle out of negotiating our route with the buggy. Being from South Devon I am very familiar with places like Dartmouth, Salcome, Shaldon etc and Fowey felt like a Cornish version of these. _20160810_123123Beautiful, unique shops, teeny tiny roads that were oh so ideal for smugglers back in the day, pretty white yachts bobbing on the water, stunning views across the river, streets bedecked with carnival bunting and fantastic places to stop for food.

We had been lured to Fowey by the description of a particular Three-Cheese toastie from Lazy Jacks Kitchen. Oh boy we were not disappointed! We found Lazy Jacks right away and hopped right in! _20160810_123052.JPG


A tiny little shop filled with incredible aromas, lots of Darth Vader trinkets (Hubs in his element!) some friendly banter with Mr Lazy Jack, and a most amusing sign…..




We even tasted their Lime and Chilli ice cream…slightly dubiously given some of the reactions I had seen others have from the Facebook footage! But I actually really liked it! I’ve never had an ice cream that was warm….until now!  I highly recommend it!


Back to the toastie!  I had been umming and ahhing as to whether I would have that or their equally very popular mac n’ cheese…I even considered asking for a mac n’ cheese toastie!…but due to it’s popularity the mac n’ cheese was all gone for the day (we had arrived about 4pm! Our fault!). So, toastie time it was!  Three cheese with red onion and tomato! Yummmmmmm! It oozed, it stretched, it gooooed and it tasted so damn good!!  We ate it whilst taking in the views of the river; successfully dodging a few mean looking seagulls (I wonder what they’d make of the chilli ice cream…..!) The tastiest toastie around & Hubs does pride himself on his toastie! The next time you are in Fowey, do not miss out…GO TO LAZY JACKS!!!


Cheesy Toasty Delight!

Following our heavenly savouriness we decided to have a quick coffee, give Bubs a bottle and then head home. A lovely coffee and a yummy biscuit hit the spot, Bubs was happy, Hubs was fed and watered, I had finally made it to Fowey after years of wanting to visit so now all that remained was the journey home.



Cant wait to go back to Cornwall and Fowey…Twin 1 would love that ice cream!! I’m going to have it dipped in freezy chocolate dip next time too….what a rebel!

The Aloha Mummy 🌸

All opinions within this post are all my own.








Farms for City Children; 40 years of muck and magic!

Friday evening on July 15th 2016 at the Farms for City Children’s 40th Anniversary was one to be remembered for many reasons.


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Firstly, it was the celebration of 40 years of the Farms for City Children charity set up by Michael Morpurgo (yes the very same; incredible author!) to give those children who were living in big cities the chance to experience life on a farm for a full week. Giving those children the opportunity to work on a real farm, to rise at dawn, muck out the stables, feed the cows, the pigs, the horses, collect the eggs, help in the fields, be part of making meals. It sounds like an awful lot of hard work but it is the best kind of hard work. Life affirming, self esteem building, confidence building, respect instilling, educational hard work! The Farms for City Children has now been running for a wonderful 40 years and I am honoured to have been able to visit with my primary school for 2 consecutive years 26 years ago! I am an alumni sister!

Secondly, it was one of those rare opportunities which come up in life when you are able to revisit somewhere that you hold so precious in your heart. Somewhere that you sometimes question whether you in fact dreamt it all; whether this place of childhood magic really exists.

Thirdly, I was able to be in the presence of Mr Morpurgo, this master of Children’s Literature, this wordsmith, once again so many years after my first meeting with him; an encounter which has shaped my life and fuelled my desire to write.

Fourthly, the unique attendance at a special one off event, where we were treated to a reading of War Horse from Michael himself accompanied by a wonderful musician, Ben Murray, who together in the huge marquee, created an atmosphere where you could have heard a pin drop. The moment when an entire audience is hooked on every word that is read. Those times where you don’t know the song the musician is playing but after hearing it once, the entire audience can sing along the chorus and hum the melody. Spine- tingleingly magical.

Fifthly, that not only was I returning but I was taking my family with me!! My Twins have heard endless tales of my Nethercott residentials and every time Michael Morpurgo has appeared on TV or radio I have piped up with…’Do you know I’ve met him?!!’ and then I continue with the story of when, where and how!!

So, as soon as Twins had finished school for the day we bundled the entire family of (now!) 5 into the family wagon and headed off for this magical farm hidden deep within mid Devon countryside. Hubs driving, I was navigating – and I’m usually pretty good but I think the excitement got to me and I missed a turning! OOPSIE!!

Nay matter, we were soon on the right track, just a bit further down it than we had intended to be! As we headed down Devon lane after Devon lane following giant milk lorries, horses and cyclists, I began to get a feeling in my tummy. Those little butterflies that tell you instinctively that you are so nearly there. The Swallows were swooping about in the early evening sunshine and I felt as though I could be a character in a Morpurgo classic!

Then, there they were, the gate posts I remembered so well!  In we drove, parked up in the field and as I turned around I saw the house; Nethercott House. My eyes prickled with tears, my throat filled with emotion and my heart pounded!  I was back!!!!



The house hadn’t changed at all, it’s symmetrical front still stood looking down across the field where at the bottom we had used the mud to make little clay animals! I walked up past the marquee and beyond the hog roast to the door which I recalled led into the dining room (which tonight was being used as the bar). Inside here I met a lovely lady working for Farms for City Children and I tentatively asked her if we were allowed to look around the house. Her response ‘Yes of course! Wander wherever you like!’ I did not need telling twice! Grabbing the Twins we swept out into the hall way and stopped in our tracks at the beautiful staircase with enormous window. Those very stairs that I walked down every morning to the most delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen, those very stairs which I recall lugging and heaving my weary legs back up, at the end of every activity filled day.



The Quiet Room.

I led the boys into this room which as its name suggests, was where we could go to ensure peace and quiet, reading our books, playing chess or draughts, drawing pictures or writing our letters home (we could post letters every day to our families as there was a post box not far from the house. My Nan still has her letters which I set all those years ago.) It is this room that holds one of my fondest memories – Michael Morpurgo came one evening and sat in front of the open fire (I can still feel the heat of the fireplace on my windswept cheeks). He had in his hands one of the stories he was working on at the time and we were treated to a reading of his work. I cannot remember which story it was but I remember the feeling of being totally engrossed, lost in the moment, with pictures dancing in my mind.

The Noisy Room

This was where we would play table tennis, table football and generally let off steam (this was a room popular with the boys in the groups it has to be said!)

The Kitchen

Where we worked on a rota system of helping to make either the breakfast or dinner each day of our time there. The huge vat of porridge, the crispy bacon, the bubbling beans or the thick lava-like bubbles on the top of the macaroni cheese!

Then I saw the back staircase! I had completely forgotten about these! These are the stairs I ran up after our teacher had told us a scary story and I needed to get back to my dorm and my favourite ted!


I took the boys back along the corridor to the staircase and we went up taking in every detail. At the top the corridor split off leading to all the dorms. Instinctively I walked directly to the rooms where I had been on the 2 residential. Parsonage – the dorm I remember so vividly! My bed was still there! I’m sure it was the same wooden bunk!  The feelings I had are hard to pinpoint but were this huge mix of excitement, nostalgia, happiness, tiredness, friendship, warmth and childhood. The smells that the building evoked were bacon, porridge, horsehair, open fires and wax jackets. Perfection!

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As we headed back downstairs we made our way out across the lawn, collected the hog roasts for Hubs and the Twins and made a beeline for our picnic rug. Shortly the evening’s entertainment was to begin.


The evening kicked off with a charity auction led by a most entertaining auctioneer and with prizes from crates of wine, family attraction day tickets and a Christmas Turkey a good amount of money was raised. (Whilst Hubs was outside of the marquee with Bubs he sent a message via Twin 1 ‘I hope Mummy isn’t bidding for anything!’ Rest assured I hadn’t accidentally bought anything – the prices were somewhat out of our league –  although the crate of wine was sooooo tempting!!!)The auction was wrapped up and over £2000 had been donated.

Then the main event. Twins came and sat either side of me. From what Twin 2 was saying they had been stuck at the entrance to the marquee because there was a man stood in the door way. They politely said ‘Excuse me’ and the man moved aside to let them come through. I turned to see how full the tent had become and in the doorway saw ‘the man’ who had been blocking the entrance….Yup! Mr Morpurgo! So proud of my Twins for their impeccable manners!


War Horse began. Michael walked down the centre aisle followed by Ben Murray carrying his accordion. They took their places on the stage to rapturous applause and so the story began. Performed over 2 halves with an interval it began at 8pm and finished just before 10pm. The atmosphere in that marquee was tangible. The story so heart wrenching and the folk music so haunting. I openly admitted to the Twins that this was The. Best. Bedtime story they would ever have. Bar none. Simply lit with side lights Michael’s reading was beautiful. At times I found myself drifting off with his voice engulfing me – just as when I was 10 and sat by the fireplace –  as I gazed out of the marquee window, picturing Joey the horse ploughing the field right in front of me.

At the end , a standing ovation so rightly deserved given by an audience so appreciative of what they had been part of.


photograph from Farms for City Children twitter account

I hoped beyond hope that I would have been able to quickly catch Mr Morpurgo at some point in the evening. I had taken along the first book of his that I had ever read (I am a bit of a book hoarder so knew exactly where to find it before we left for the night!) ‘Why the Whales Came’. I had asked the lady who had introduced the evening, the fantastic Dr Tessa Stone CEO of the charity, whether he may still have been around and she suggested sending the Twins out around the marquee in opposite directions to locate him! Locate him we did! I was shaking! It’s not often you get the chance to meet your hero, your inspiration. Twice in your life. With a gap of getting on for 30 years! But I did. Oh how happy I was! Michael was so interested in me and the Twins, patting them on the head and shoulder and when he learnt that I had visited all those years ago he flung out his arms and gave me a huge hug! I felt like I was 10 years old all over again! He signed my book and noted that it wasn’t War Horse so I explained the significance of my choice. He seemed delighted!  Clare (his wife) I had met all those years before and she was also here now too. I had such a lovely chat with her and she remarked how great it was for me to be able to return all these years later.

The evening drew to a close, Michael and Clare headed off and my little family headed off back to our snuggly home.

You may have noticed that Hubs wasn’t featured much! Well that is because darling little Bubs decided to have a meltdown! Hubs being the incredible man he is wouldn’t switch with me, wouldn’t have his turn inside listening to the performance. Nope. He wanted me to have this experience, knowing how much the place, the moment and the memories meant to me.

What a man! Thank you my gorgeous Hubs!

The Aloha Mummy 🌺

For more information on the 3 different locations for Farms For City Children visit their website:


Plenty of opportunities to become a volunteer and lots of fundraising events too!