#iilwmvbf

I married someone who has never once made me a playlist. ~12 years we've known each other, together for ~6, married for ~3 and no mix tape of any variety.

It's difficult to work out numbers for wedding plans while imagining everyone will be mortified to be invited and regard it as a terrible imposition.

Everyone who has met Roger, or who has known me for more than a few years, knows what a warm, cheerful and enthusiastic person he is, and what a hugely supportive and stabilising force he has been for me since we got together. I get a special claim on that overused phrase about marrying my friend! We have known each other for nine years now, and spent most of that too shy, or in the wrong place in our lives, to admit we liked each other. Go back far enough and this Tumblr was devoted to wistful posts about him as the ghost in a graveyard, where we used to meet at night. I prefer to dwell in the daylight these days, I'm a whole new variety of excited at this phase of life. Everywhere else gets a brief update about our decision, which has been a few months in the making and feels like the right time, but this place gets a good old ramble because that's what it's for.

'Ey up Tumblr. I’ve been in a lot of pain with the old pelvic innards lately and am trying an ~elimination diet~ to see if a food sensitivity can be identified, under the guidance of my new ~holistic physiotherapist~ Roger and I went to look at a nice little flat, mid-ish-way between where we are both living (ie. ten minutes walk from each of us) and hope to move in come the end of March. But then I also have an interview next week for a qualified librarian role at a small and very exciting library in London, so that has come at an interesting time and could mean a completely different change of direction.