MARY’S LOVE STORY
As the teacher beckoned me over, my heart sank.
Have I done something wrong? I thought, nervously.
‘I’ve got some good news, Rose,’ she told me. ‘We’ve chosen you to play Mary in the Nativity this year!’
I was only six, but everyone knew this was such an honour.
‘Wow!’ I beamed.
I’d been an angel before, but this was a serious promotion.
Living in a tiny village, my school – Sixpenny Handley First School – mixed all the years together.
It meant that when Christmas rolled around and the Nativity was in production, children from all year groups were involved.
And in the early ‘90s, playing my caring husband was a boy two years older than me named James McPherson,
