- In 2003 we went to Edinburgh, flying from Bristol Airport. But we almost didn’t get there, because hubby (then boyfriend – we married in 2008) forgot to put petrol in the car – there was a tiny amount left in the tank, but because we lived on an incline the petrol was all tipping to the wrong side when we tried to drive away to the airport. So, despite the fact it was about 4am in the morning, we had to phone a friend to drive us to the airport! (Thanks to Rosie for recently reminding me of this incident!)
- In 2004 we moved into a new flat – our first home together as a couple, as we had shared with friends before that. We were proud of our rental flat as it was brand new and all shiny and well finished. The landlords had been very adamant that if we put up any picture hooks or anything, it would all have to be put back to the perfect finish when we moved out. We decided to put up some hooks on the back of the bedroom door, to hang our dressing gowns on, and I left hubby alone thinking he was perfectly capable to manage this task… until I came back 10 minutes later to see he’d put the hooks on the wrong side of the door! He’d been holding the door open, so, from where he was standing, the hooks were inside the bedroom! We took them out and tried to repair the door as best as possible, but it was always noticeable and certainly not the perfect finish the flat had started with!
- And in 2005 hubby decided to organise a trip away for valentines day. I was a little ill about a week before, but still looking forward to our escape – I knew where we were going away, but not the destination. I was hoping maybe to Paris, and I may have dropped a few hints in this direction. We drove all the way from Bath to Gatwick, with me getting more excited all the time, and we pulled up in a car park opposite the airport – I started to gather my things. Then my love says ‘oh, we’re not there quite yet’, and drives to a hotel… right around the corner. Our romantic escape was at Gatwick. Ho hum! Sure, it was a nice hotel and all… but not really the location I was hoping for! (He did tell me afterwards he’d been planning to get a last minute trip to Paris, but because I’d been ill he changed his mind. We’ve still not been there together!)
The first Sunday of each month sees bloggers from all over the world join Sian at From High in The Sky, to blog a story. Be it funny or sensible, happy or poignant, there are many tales to be shared. You can join in and tell a story of your own, or just sit back and be enveloped by the yarns of others!
It’s our 4th Wedding anniversary this month, which means we’ve been together now for 12 years. So I thought I’d share with you the story of how I met my husband…
I was working in McDonalds, as a Supervisor. You can picture me in a maroon polo-neck t-shirt, wearing a blue badge with my name on, and several gold stars for knowing how to flip burgers and being polite to customers. My friend who also worked there (wearing a dark green t-shirt for general staff) told me about this guy that fancied her. The conversation:
My friend: “Do you want to come out tonight? There’s this guy that really likes me, but I’m not that keen. Want to come, and keep me company so you can see him?”
Me: “Yeah, why not?”
Fast forward to later that night, all traces of colour-co-ordinating baseball caps are removed to reveal our glossy hair, though we do still smell faintly of gherkins. We walk into Tom Peppers, the main pub, with it’s sticky tables and carpets from all the drinks that have been spilt, and a palpable sense of release in the air as everyone forgets about the day job, and takes advantage of the buy-one-drink-get-one-free offer.
I sip a Bacardi and Coke and follow my friend to the table where her mates are all sitting, and one guy stands out straight away, maybe because he’s 6ft 4″.
“That’s him” my friend whispers.
“Yeah, I see what you mean,” I say, “he’s not much to look at is he?”
Hmmm… wait a moment. This is maybe not the fairytale love at first sight story you were expecting?! But it’s the truth! I was not attracted to my husband when we first met. Perhaps because I was kind-of seeing someone else.
The guy I was seeing was an idiot though. And as I became closer to my friend, started hanging out with her more, and therefore kept meeting the tall, cheeky guy that liked her too, me and him became friends. We lived near each other, so he’d walk me home after a night out, and he’d tell me the guy I was with didn’t deserve me. That I deserved better.
And then one day, about 6 months later, we went out on a drive. I grew up in Essex, where one of the main forms of entertainment after the age of 17 is to go out for a drive, with the car crammed full of people, and my future hubby was a bit of a boy-racer. So I was squished in the back seat while we drove through the dark night (probably on the hunt for some food), and I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was driving, so no chance of him catching me while I gazed at him!
The next night we kissed – I’m going to say ‘under the moonlight’ because that sounds much nicer than ‘in the smoky corner of a busy pub’. And that was the beginning of a very happy romance:
Hello, and welcome.
Every first Sunday of the month many bloggers join Sian at From High in the Sky, to tell tales and read stories. If you’d like to join in then see Storytelling Sunday here, and then dive into a world of enchanting, amusing, and intriguing tales.
As I mentioned in my Month in Numbers post for February, my sister was here for a long visit last month, after returning from her travels in Australia. She was inspired to go on the trip because I did, and she’s wanted to ever since I told her of my adventures there, with my friend Mehalah. It’s been a long time coming – my trip was 11 years ago when I was 18 (she’s 9 years younger than me, so she went at age 20). And since my travels in Oz took place before I began scrapbooking, I thought I’d share a few of my memories today – the moments that have lasted in my mind.
1. The first time I saw an emu ~ my great aunt took us away for a couple of days, and when we arrived at the caravan park, we drove (slowly) past an emu, with me gawping up at this bird that was so much bigger than the car we were in. I snapped this one that was sitting down later. It made me feel small and young, and a little bit scared to be around such a big animal that I’d never seen before. Though these feeling were probably assisted by the fact that I’d not long got off my first ever aeroplane journey, to travel for the first time without parents or a school teacher!
2. Snorkelling at the great barrier reef ~ I had never been snorkelling before and I was immediately hooked by the beautiful underwater scenes. It’s a kind of magic to see so many colours under the water. We had a short ‘test’ dive that day too which I did not enjoy, it made me feel panicked to have to think about my breathing. I’m on the right:
4. New friends ~ I made lots of great friends when travelling, a couple of whom I still talk to on Facebook. I loved it because until then I hadn’t really met many people ouside of my little bubble of school friends. It was amazing to chat to so many people from different countries and of different ages. It definitely helped to bring me out of my shell.
I’ve been reading Sian’s Storytelling Sunday for a while now, and thinking that I should join in. This time I’ve been prompted to join in by a sad event – my Granny passed away just over a week ago. Today we’re going to be battling our way through snowy East England to get to her funeral tomorrow morning. And because one of the reasons I’m thankful that I discovered scrapbooking is that it encouraged me to collect my grandparents stories, I thought I’d share one of them with you today, in her memory:
Granny told me this story a few years ago, when I’d just started scrapbooking, and I thought it was so sweet that she used to gaze dreamily at my Grandad through the canteen window before they met. I’ll always remember the look on her face when she told me about it – I could see that she could remember it clearly and was treasuring the memory. I’m glad I’ve made a page about it so that I, and future generations, can treasure the memory too.
Bye Granny. I’ll miss you.