London Marathon 

Last year, Scott completed the London Marathon. My proudest wife moment, ever. 


I am so glad not to be travelling to London this year and battling the crowds, having said that, it was incredibly well managed and we barely had to queue. TFL and the London marathon organisers did a brilliant job, as expected, considering how long it has been running. We knew where everything was and travelling was simple, I am good at working my way around London so that wasn’t a concern at all. From what I understand, Scott’s day was seamless too! Jenson wore his Dinosaur backpack to keep him safe and so we had an extra ‘pair of hands’ on him. Even so, it was an exhausting day, emotionally, mentally and physically and I just watched!

In hindsight, the day was faultless but the endless worries filled my mind all day:

  • Would Scott be okay? I had seen on previous years people suffering injuries and some people even losing their life, it terrified me. 
  • Will we make the right spots? We had agreed meeting spots at the charity supporters areas. 
  • Will we miss him? I hoped he wouldn’t be quicker than us travelling on the tube and to be honest, he was quite quick. We were never waiting long at an area.  
  • What if there was another ‘incident’ in London? Need I say anymore 😦 
  • What if we lose Jenson? I had no intention of doing so, there were three adults and he had two hands to hold and his back pack for reinforcements! 

They went round and round. I was actually the biggest problem, at 7 weeks pregnant, I was feeling awful, sick and faint and as a result we missed watching Scott finish. I was gutted; in all honesty, we wouldn’t have made it to the front to see him finish anyway but that’s beside the point. I had seen his train since he put his ballot entry in, chosen his charity with him and barely eaten all day though nerves and the fact I was carrying his second chil drew, I wanted to be there for him! 
Scott got in to the marathon through the ballot so chose his charity, he chose Great Ormond Street, a worthy cause. We joined them at their supporting stations for T-Shirts and all things noisy for supporting. The atmosphere was amazing! How I managed to keep my hormones together baffled me as I was on the verge on tears all day. Jenson had whistles and clappers and was in his absolute element, he could make as much noise as he wanted. It’s hard not to make noise to be honest, I squealed when I saw him and cheered on many others. 


The trickiest part of the day was the ‘finish’. The only place that everyone would be at one stage over the space of a few hours, carnage! There were areas to meet people and we agreed ‘C’ for our surname, there is little signal due to the amount of people in one area. C was infact miles away and he was invited straight up to the Great Ormond Street after party, they offered food, drink and a sports massage, naturally Scott went there first! Eventually, we received a text informing us of this and joined him. I burst in to tears with pride and relief, Jenson was so proud and immediately claimed ownership of Scott’s medal (we had prepared for this by bringing Jenson his own along)!



Whilst Scott has his massage, I sat and watched people finish and listened to runners tell their families of their journey and accomplishment as well as their troubles around the route, it was mesmerising. Every single person had a different reason and story for whilst they ran, some personal, some interested in supporting charities and some for their hobby. Each and every person sure deserved their medal and I felt humbled to even be sitting in the same room with them drinking tea.  

The final stretch

I do, however, feel sad for Scott this year as the marathon approaches. I know that come the 2016 marathon, he will feel jealous, sad, proud and disappointed to not be running this year. I do think it is for the best though. He entered the ballot again for this year but wasn’t lucky this time. I wouldn’t be going to watch him with Emeline and Jenson anyway, it’s a bit too much with a breastfeeding four month old, even if she is beautifully behaved and a curious four year old. I am not ever sure how we would have coped with Scott’s training, it would have really stepped up in December but this would have clashed with the arrival of Emeline and running 20 miles every few days with a newborn and being sleep deprived isn’t the best training! 

This year I will watch with admiration, as I will relive the day and emotions I felt. It was mindblowing. I will support friends who are also doing it this year by tracking this and rooting for them on Facebook, it is such a tough job and the effort that goes in to the training is such dedication, you need the sponsors and support from family, friends and strangers to see you through.

Good luck to you runners! Apparently, it’s worth every painful minute! 




Wow! What a wonderful experience Kidzania was.    

We took our four year old, Jenson, yesterday. He was so excited, I almost melted! We arrived just before our slot which was four hours long at 1.30pm! Everyone had boarding passes – the main idea is that you go through airport security to the different city so British Airways is the main focus point. It was manic with schools when we first arrived but by 2.30 they had eventually started to leave and Kidzania was quiet again.  

Kidzania is a children’s city where they earn money to spend in the city. It had mini scenarios and role-play settings, the children take part in different jobs and they earn wages. They can also open a bank account to keep their money safe.  Adults are essentially ‘banned’, you can stay with your children but there is also a family room where adults can go to relax and children roam free – I didn’t feel totally comfortable with that. We stayed with Jenson the whole time. The schools let the children go around on their own which is expected but this is daunting for the younger children, there was also a child who was intimidating Jenson which I did not stand for, the child had uniform on so I did go and tell the school staff, equally there was a kind boy who helped and looked after Jenson so I made sure I told his teacher too. 

Jenson had watched the advert on YouTube constantly in the lead up to our trip, he knew exactly what he wanted to do which of course was to be a fireman!


Jenson was so lucky to have lots of experiences, going during term time was a winner! He had the opportunity to be a:

  • Policeman 
  • Fireman 
  • Midwife 
  • Doctor at accident and emergency 
  • Delivery man 
  • Chocolate maker 
  • Dentist 
  • Pilot 
  • Shop keeper 

He also spent some of his money, obviously on a tattoo like Daddy! Some activities require training so he paid to train to be a pilot and fireman. 

There are so many other scenarios too that the children can join in on, food companies like innocent drinks, walls ice cream, gourmet burger kitchen and a few others. The children could also take part in:

  • Beauty 
  • Drama 
  • Fashion 
  • Mechanics 
  • Journalism 
  • Surgeon
  • Artist 
  • Engineering 
  • Music 
  • To presenting 
  • Newsreading
  • Radio presenting 
  • Estate agents 
  • Sport 

That’s just a sample! 

Jenson smiled from ear to ear all day! The day was brilliant, he enjoyed challenges as well as meeting his wants and dreams, a fireman is exactly what he wants to be when he grows up. Kidzania is perfect for all ages, it had so many different opportunities for different ages. We pushed Emeline around in her pram with no problems either. The staff were so helpful and happy! We will definitely be going back!   



London town

Yesterday, we had a wonderful trip to London with Jenson and Emeline. Our aim was to go to kidzania – that will be a whole new post! 

We travelled by Tube – so much easier than National Rail! Much more space for a pram and buggy which didn’t unconvince anyone else!     

We travelled from Epping and got the Central Line to Shepherds Bush. This meant we had seats from he start! Emeline of course needed to be fed, I used my breastfeeding cover on the tube, especially with sitting so close to other commuters, didn’t want to squirt their nice clothes with milk! 

In standard toddler style, and baby brain mummy, I forgot the potty, Jenson announced he needed a wee. I was mid feeding so we agreed for Scott and Jenson to get off for the toilet and they’d meet me at Shepherd’s Bush. My mummy anxiety went in to meltdown! We all survived though and I had the best deal with a beautiful, calm Emeline!   

I am hugely impressed with Westfields Baby facilities! Their dedicated family rooms are fantastic, offering family toilets which have space for two toilets as well as a pram! The changing facilities are clean and comfortable for the bubbas. Jenson was hugely impressed that Frozen was also on the TV so he could watch that whilst we sorted Emeline. Finally, they have a feeding area, four little private rooms with low lighting and comfortable chairs for feeding. There was also a microwave and bottle warming facilities too. Very well done!     

Finally, we finished our day with a Wagamamas. I love that restaurant, the do an excellent children’s menu too which Jenson enjoyed and even used their child friendly chop sticks – something I can’t do! Our meal was fantastic as was the service but my god the seating is not suitable for breastfeeding, there is not enough space between the table and chair to get a baby, nor can you relax and lean back on the benches. It was a disaster and I had to go outside to feed our 12 week old.. Not ideal for March at 7pm! It was cold, not to mention inconvinent to leave my family meal. 

Finally, we were on our way home. Another seamless tube journey! Thank you TFL!