A strange time of year

The run up to Christmas is always busy but this year everything feels very strange. It’s sad that mum isn’t here and dad is struggling. Its wonderful that Layla-Jane grows a little every day and that Tommy is just so amazing. Its very much sadness and joy all mixed in. Fundraising from the Dearne, trying to publicise our den book (On Amazon here )have been highlights … Continue reading A strange time of year

Sometimes …

…you encounter an amazing group of people. This morning I had the privilege of thanking a group of around 1,000 pupils who had ALL, along with staff, parents and the community, raised £5,600 to build a classroom in Kakuma Refugee Camp. The classrooms such as the one above are in a desperate state and often house classes of anything up to 200 children. The morning … Continue reading Sometimes …

An alternative to Christmas Cards

I’ve tried to ignore the impending chaos and panic that Christmas inevitably brings. Yesterday my neighbours decorated the outside of their house with lights. I am groaning – it’s too early! It will however, shortly be December so I wanted to propose an alternative to Christmas cards. I won’t be trying to remember who lives at what number, sending cards from ‘Number 2’. I won’t … Continue reading An alternative to Christmas Cards

Making a difference 

Six months ago I was invited into the Dearne ALC to talk about my experiences at Kakuma refugee camp.I was hoping that they would support us in our bid to raise money for classrooms there. We had witnessed appalling conditions and taught classes of over 200 children.   I’ll be honest though I didn’t Know how much these pupils could raise as I knew it … Continue reading Making a difference 

There is another way

The 14th Nov has been ringed in my calendar for months! The Big i Foundation Ball and the launch of ‘There is another way’. Sleepless nights, spreadsheets, food allergies, seating plans, last minute changes, table decorations, auction prizes, invoices, daily e mails from Ian, Nina and Crista (all mixed in with the imminent arrival of my granddaughter) meant my stress levels were high. But do … Continue reading There is another way