I have a story to tell you.
One weekend Bub and Beau went off to London.
They went to a birthday party for his cousin
his cool, successful cousin,
who he adores and gets on with like a house on fire.
I was naturally terrified.
In a pub we stood and chatted with directors and Elle girls
the girls were nowhere near as scary as I thought.
Then we went back to a little old flat
south of the river
sat on a sofa and watched the in-laws get merry.
An Irishman going by the name of Rory
came to talk to us
asked as all the normal questions:
What're you doing with your lives?
Where are you going to university? etc...
But then a question came out of the blue
How'd you guys meet? You gonna stay together? You gotta stay together.
And Rory explained that despite certain first night antics with his girlfriend
(context: Bub doesn't remember when we met)
they've been together 9 years
and are still going strong.
As a result I've kinda got hope.
It feels rather lovely.
Not to mention Rory then had to dash off
to perform the fiddle - it was as awesome as it sounds.
With Love, Beau xx