Shots, bar crawl, laughter and friendship

I’ve chosen this photo for this week’s What’s the Story? link up with PODcast


March 25th 2005.
It was a Friday night.
It was taken in a bar in Albufeira, Portugal. Renos, to be precise.
In the photo is me and the man who is now my husband.
I remember this night like it was yesterday.

It was 2 months minus 1 day after this photo that we went on our first date and started our relationship.

This particular night had started out like all the others had that holiday, with Shelley and I drinking shots and vodka at BJs Canadian Bar with our new friends. Our new friends were the bar men!

Damian was sat at the bar drinking on his night off from the bar he worked at. When it came to the time Shelley and I were about to move on to do our bar crawl on The Strip he asked if he could join us.

What followed was hours of 3 people laughing, drinking shots, dancing, drinking vodkas and lots and lots of talk about anything and everything.

Although neither of us realised at the time, looking back it was that night that created the initial sparks of attraction between us.




I took this photo whilst we were on our first day of safari in Tsavo Park in Kenya in September 2006.

The lioness was mightily peed off with us at this point as we had interrupted her stalking of a baby elephant.
Who knows what we could’ve seen if we’d have arrived on the scene 5/10minutes later?

This is my link up this week with PODcast

London 2012


This week for my What’s the Story? Link up with PODcast I’ve chosen the above image.

We rushed our application for London 2012 tickets, doing it in the hour before we left for our flight to Florida (the successful trip not the failed one!)
We applied for events where we didn’t have to pay much for our daughter as some of the events, such as the athletics a toddler ticket was same price as an adult one.

One of the events we applied for and were extremely lucky to get was Olympic Tennis which took place at Wimbledon.

Taylor had just turned 2 a couple of months before, and in the photo I am 4 and half months pregnant.
Taylor was as good as gold all the way through that day, particularly enjoying the clapping and cheering.

And the 3 of us (or 4 in a way) can all say we’ve been to an Olympic event and also been to Wimbledon! (where – by the way – Henman Hill is much smaller than you’d imagine!

The Proposal

After a conversation with some friends about how we were all proposed to it got me reminiscing.

My husband and I had been together for just under 17 months when we flew off to Kenya for a 2 week holiday together. Sun, sea and safari.

During our stay we went on one of the standard trips with First Choice to Mombasa. As seems obligatory on all these foreign tours we got taken into a large jewellery store to see Tanzanite. The cabinets were full of gorgeous, sparkly items and I walked round admiring everything, but Damian seemed to keep going back to one particular cabinet. The assistant asked him what he’d like to see and he asked about a specific ring. The ring was white gold with a large tsavorite garnet and 8 small diamonds in the design. Soon it was on my finger and my eyes couldn’t look away, that was until the assistant who’s English wasn’t that good, typed a figure into the calculator to show us the price. The ring was soon off my finger, the dream of diamonds on my hand broken into millions of shards in my mind.

But Damian picked the ring up and started to barter with the assistant, soon agreeing on a price much less than the original figure shown to us but still too much in my mind for a piece of costume jewellery and I said as much.

“But it’s not just any old ring is it? I’ve been looking for a ring for you to propose at Christmas and this is the only thing I’ve found that I want for you”

I think at this point my eyes were as wide as saucers and my jaw on the floor. Before I could say much more my finger was measured, money exchanged hands and the ring was taken to the workshop to be altered to my size.

By this point everyone had left the store and was on the coach ready to go to our next stop off on the day trip. The rep was hopping from foot to foot asking how much longer we would be.

10 minutes later we sheepishly took our seats on the coach under the glare of all our fellow day trippers. The ring box was securely put in the bag across my shoulder, but I couldn’t help but check every few minutes to make sure it was still there.

This photo was taken about 5 minutes after leaving the jewellery store. The ring safely tucked into the camera bag!


A few hours later we were back at our hotel and the ring placed and locked in our bedroom safe.

We laid on the bed watching tv as had become our evening routine whilst there and I could tell something was on his mind. I told him just because he’d found the ring didn’t mean he had to propose now. He should wait until the moment is right for him.

“But I want to”

Amongst many happy tears I was told how much I was loved by him and then one of the most amazing questions was posed “Will you marry me?”

Of course I said yes immediately and the ring was then placed upon my finger where it has been nearly every day since 20th September 2006. The week it was sent away so my wedding ring could be made to match was the longest week ever!

I love my engagement ring as it not only reminds me of how much my husband loves me, but reminds me of an amazing holiday that I’ll never forget.


A photo of us – Blog everyday in August

Tonight I have seen on Yummy Mummy In Training’s blog – a blog every day in August challenge.

As I am trying to catch that blogging bug I thought I’d give it a go using her prompts list.

I missed yesterday as I’ve only seen it tonight so I have jumped straight to day 2 which is “A Photo of Us”. (I’ll possibly do Day 1 at the very end)

I am very rarely in photos. I take loads every single day of our girls, scenery, funny things I see, the dog, etc. but one of a few things that make me sad is that we have very few photos with me in.

Our youngest daughter was born 7 and a half months ago on 19th December and the only photo I have of us is this one


This photo was taken the evening Lauren was born, during visiting hours.
Whilst I am in my PJs, looking knackered and nowhere near my best this photo makes me very happy every time I look at it.

Our eldest daughter was (and still is) going through a stage where she will not pose properly for a photo so I love the way that she is looking directly at the camera which is being held by my mum.

My husband and I are both knackered but deliriously happy that we have brought another healthy, beautiful baby into the world together.

I am going to now make it my mission to have a nice photo of the four of us taken together before the end of the month. I don’t know where or when but I’m determined to get it done. And I aim to be in more photos myself as if we go away I am always the one behind the camera so it never looks like I’ve been to these places!