I’ve been transferring a load of our photos from a near-t0-dying old laptop and it’s been so surreal reliving our 10 years together. For this reason, and because I’m sick of moaning on about my back, that I’m sharing a few of those memories.
Starting with 2004. The year we got married and the year we bought our first digital camera.
We didn’t get professional wedding pictures. This was because we selected the cheapest photographer going who mysteriously disappeared after our wedding. But hey. We had a load of people send us there snaps so we love our ramshackle collection.
Later added because it was way to funny not to!:
Most of our pictures we’re goofing around because we didn’t quite know ‘how to behave at a wedding’. When we cut the cake, we just looked around wondering what we were supposed to do. Were we supposed to actually cut the cake or was it just for photographs? And if we were supposed to cut the cake were we supposed slice it all up and hand it out?
We also laughed during our first dance. We’re both kinda more silly disco dancers than smoochy smoochy slow dancers.
So we settled up all married and everything in Fulwood, Preston, and then we bought our first house in Blackpool.
I LOVED that house. A little 2 up 2 down that had a strange part of the kitchen that brought weird smells from next door, and used to drive The Husband crazy. The sound carried too so when our next door neighbour would shout up to her teenage daughter we would join in with her yells to “Samaaaaaaanthaaaa!” But we loved it, it was our little piece of space in the world. I worked at the Hilton Blackpool back then as a reservations assistant to help pay for our new little home. Fetching uniform.
So that was a whistlestop tour of 2004!
Up next – 2005 when were young and free and it was just the two of us. Well kind of. Chloe started to make an appearance half way through…