Found this ‘saved as draft’ – not doing much good there so thought best to publish… even if it is 4 months late!

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So… The first year of marriage will be the worst…

Or so they say. Apparently. I don’t know whether this stems from a time when, until you’re married, you don’t live together (in which case I could certainly accept the reality of living with a smelly boy for the first time being a horrific shock to one’s system), or alternatively, that some people hold such a romantic idea of tying the symbolic knot, that when they wake up day 1, week 1, month 1 of being a married couple and realise nothing has changed they might indeed regard the first year as one big disa-fucking-ppoitment.

However, strangely that’s one thing i didn’t expect to happen. Anything to change i mean. Why would it? There’s no personality transplant, no sudden change in attitude… and nor should there be. You married that person because you love who they are now, right? That’s who you fell in love with. So why would you expect, let alone, want anything to change? Tis madness if you ask me. So personally, I am happy (and to  a certain extent relieved) that nothing has changed and as a result, our first year or married life has actually been good. Who’da thought?

 We celebrated it in Croyde – we’ve gone there a few times together and it’s the one place neither of us had been prior to our first visit, so it’s ‘our place’. We generally camp but this time we got a lovely 1 bed house with sea views, welcomed with a glass of champers and a cream tea which always goes down well.

After a couple of days chilling out, miles of walking and lots of shopping we enjoyed a BBQ feast on the beach for our anniversary evening accompanied with more champers and…. wait for it…. a game a scrabble. We’re so rock‘n’roll. 

Jokes aside it was really nice to get away from it all (I say ‘all’… the office!) for a long weekend, enjoy each others company and look back over what has transpired to be a very busy year. Rob planned it as a surprise which was doubly nice as it meant i didn’t have to do anything… and after all the time planning the wedding, not having to plan something was welcomed with open arms. It may even have been the highlight of the whole weekend!

1 year down. A lot to go (…hopefully!).