After half an hour knelt awkwardly in front of my theatre seat in the dress circle of one of the most beautiful Opera Houses in the UK I realised I couldn’t make it to the interval. One leg was numb even though I had quietly, painstakingly and self-consciously removed my shoes. I had already apologised to the people in front as I was invading their personal space, as well as warning the attendants not to be alarmed by my kneeling.
I spent the rest of the event kneeling at the raised area at the back of the stalls and latterly in a wooden chair a kind attendant had brought to me.
I was 4 months pregnant with twins and had a slipped disc in my lower spine. It was hell.