“THERE was a real sense of now or never,” says Nadia Reid remembering her move from New Zealand to the UK a little over a year ago. “We just took a chance, you know? We got on the plane. I was 23 weeks pregnant. We had two suitcases, a car seat for my daughter and a one-way ticket to Heathrow. I mean, the whole thing’s been mad…”
Today, sitting in a hipster café in central Manchester, she seems every bit the naturalised Brit. It’s a bright, chilly morning, and she meets us, acclimatised for the English winter, in that wardrobe staple of the school-run mum, the ankle-length leopard-print dryrobe. Her eldest daughter, now at preschool, has started cultivating a Mancunian drawl, while Reid herself is getting up to speed with…