Thirty-four years ago today, a rather handsome young man got married—I also got married that day to Ruth.
The clever ones of you will now realise that it is Ruth’s and my thirty-fourth wedding anniversary. And yes, Ruth knows she would have received less time for murder. However, we are still together.
Our marriage produced two children and two grandchildren. It’s small compared to most, but it’s not the size that counts.
Adam, our son, is married to Jenny, while our daughter Bethany married Nathan. Bethany has two wonderful daughters, Evie and Maisie.
Children
- Adam
- Bethany
Grandchildren
- Evie
- Maisie
Our first meeting was by chance. Ruth lived in Petersfield, I in Southsea. Ruth was on a hen night—not hers—and I was working on the door of the pub in Southsea they visited. Ruth’s group moved on to a nightclub. The same nightclub I also worked at—though I was off that evening because the pub had a party upstairs and they needed more numbers. The nightclub was Flamingo Road, or SPEC’s to any older reader.
At the nightclub, I sat with her group, organising complimentary bubbly. Towards the night’s end, I obtained her phone number; the rest is history.
Our First Meeting
Where We Lived
- Ruth lived in Petersfield
- I lived in Southsea
How We Met
- Ruth was on a hen night
- I was working at the Cambridge—a busy pub in those days
- Ruth’s party visited
- We met again at the nightclub I also worked at
- We chatted
- I got her number
- History
I will come back to this to add more in the future!