There are days when I really miss the people we left behind though, especially as they have been putting photos of their Easter Passion Play (starring Koe Purohit, Tommy's Godfather as a Roman soldier) on Facebook. When we moved to our house in Walsall, we didn't know that our son would be born only a month later. It was supposed to be four months. Good job we were then only five minutes walk away from the Manor Hospital and that the church round the corner, where we met Koe and his family, was so warm and hospitable. We only found out later that they had lost their own grandchild, also born prematurely, only weeks before we first went there. Koe's wife, Marie, told me that it took an age before she was able to cuddle Tommy, but she soon after, she became 'Aunty Marie' and they both came down last year for St Mary's Summer Fayre, where Koe performed as a mime artist. We are looking forward to seeing them again when we can persuade them to visit again as they became like family, despite the anguish of the circumstances they were in when we turned up with our own tiny baby - a painful reminder that they overcame with love and grace.
Neither of these children in the photo below are 'local' - one was born in Devon and has parents have contributed thousands of hours to the community in Lydney freely and whole-heartedly, and one is ours, born in the Pleck in Walsall, to a British/Zimbabwean father with Brummie parents and me - born and raised in Malvern (so far away, I know, from Primrose Hill), to parents from Lancashire and Yorkshire via Stourbridge, and educated in Scotland (amongst other places). We are not local either, but those who know us know that we also have contributed our time and energy here from when we first came. There is lots more of that needed in the months to come, so roll out the Easter Eggs.