Love makes you do the wacky
Where to start? I guess the best place is September 2005 I moved to Coventry to start university. I’d grown up in south Devon and when choosing a university found only three campuses ran my course, London (my dad properly wouldn’t of liked his only daughter going to the big city), Gloucester which in my eyes was just as country like as Devon which meant Coventry was to be my new home. A few things to mention at this point I was 19 a metal head and not the girliest of girls when choosing student accommodation I had deliberately ticked the box saying I wanted mixed accommodation, most of my close friends from Devon were lads there for the idea of staying with just girls wasn’t something I wanted. So I rock up on the Saturday with a van load of junk I move into my student hall to find my floor was all girls and the floor below was all lads, que me with my bright pink hair unpacking my room with rage against the machine bellowing getting funny looks from the girls who were expecting a far girlie art student to mix with them and the lads pretty impressed that I had what they considered reasonable taste in music.
I was studying a joint honours degree so some of modules were with the girls and some were with the lads downstairs. These particular bunch of lads ended up making friends with another block at the student halls which happened to house my now husband. As a group of friends we’d end up in many a rock bar. Now my first real meaningful memory of my hubby is one cold night early February 2006 sat in the rock club and on the tv screen appears the manic street preachers now he’s welsh so I in my memory state shout out him “you must love the manics they are welsh” his response “never really listened to em but if we head downstairs we can both listen to whats on the telly” so off we go downstairs and spend the rest of the night talking about everything from music to joss wheadon (creator of buffy and angel amongst other things more on that later). Now at this point I shall say we were both in long distance relationships’ that’s weren’t working we spent the rest of this term just as friends talking both over msn every night and at the pub twice a week. Things got a bit mad during the Easter break lots of uni work plus my Nan being diagnosed with breast cancer meant my time in Devon was both busy and emotional. The chap I was seeing wasn’t the most supporting and this put yet more strain on our relationship. April term started three days before my birthday and my then boyfriend and my partners then girlfriend came up for a long weekend que the weirdest birthday I’ve ever had. Now after they’d both gone home I ended up spending more time with the hubby watching lots of buffy and angel thankyou joss wheadon. Anyway a long story and I won’t bore you with the details but three weeks later we now both had new partners and some how I think it worked out for the best. 13th of May 2006 we went out on a double date with another couple from uni ice skating and sat in the seats watching everybody skate round my rather beardy Welshman says to me “I guess this makes you my girlfriend then” and yes I did say “I guess it does”.
Now before we got together my husband had been a superstar looking after me whilst I was worrying about my poorly Nan. Whilst I was in Devon he would make sure we had at least one msn conversation a day to check on me now only a week into our relationship it was my turn to look after him when his own Nan passed away. He went away for a few days to stay with family and I missed him so much it sounds a bit cheesy but I think even then I knew he was mine. He comes back up and talk starts one afternoon in the pub about the first year ball my phone beeps