My younger self saw my future self as a farmer’s wife. Children milling about, ruddy complexion, dogs and geese. I look back fondly at the little girl who imagined having six children easily. I was always told I had child bearing hips. That turned out to be a lie. These hips have borne no life. I ve tried to conceive but it did not work. This is my story – or rather, this is Minnie s story. Minnie s story of the hips that lied.