Me & him


Ten years ago, this weekend, I flew to the South of France with a group of people to celebrate a friend’s 30th birthday.

We stayed in large house, painted mimosa yellow, tucked away up a single track road, a short walk from Grasse. Its position on the hill, gave the feel of being far from the madding crowd, from the windows, views of the glittering Cote D’Azure.

Shabby chic interiors; huge comfortable sofas, wrought iron bedsteads, baths with claw feet. A big kitchen, designed for communal cooking and eating, opened on to a terrace. That weekend, it was warm enough to sit outside and gaze at blue skies over palm trees. Late breakfast, long lunches, big evening meals, accompanied by a lot of local wine. It was a long, lazy weekend with lots of time for talking.

At the airport, Luton Airport, I was introduced to the man who I’ve now spent 10 years with, who was amongst the group that weekend. He’d just returned from period of living abroad and I was happily living on my own in the North. Here we are 10 years later, one small child, no pets (we’ve yet to reach a compromise on that).

When we decided to relocate to Bristol, we really only knew a couple of people. We left a network of friends and acquaintances. I did wonder how we’d manage as a couple, because mostly it was me and him and one small boy.

We rarely get an evening out together, although occasionally, we sneak off for a walk. We’ve never had a night away on our own since our son was born. All those things that magazines remind you to do, to keep your relationship strong. We potter along, me and him.

I don’t want this to be a sentimental post, I just want to count my blessings. I am very lucky, I have found a person who makes me laugh, who loves many of the same things that I do, but not all – that would be boring. He is never boring, we never run out of things to say. Of course, sometimes, we drive each other mad, and there have been times over the years… well, almost everyone has those times, but mostly they pass.

In buying a house together we have embarked on a new chapter. I feel very content in creating our new life and new home together here, we share and enthusiasm for grey walls and shelves, in a space to call our home.

To the friend who introduced us, you said I’d like him and I do, very much. Happy 40th Birthday L, am sorry we can’t make this birthday adventure. I have so much to thank you for, an introduction to last a lifetime. X


  1. Over a Cuppa

    That is beautiful! Happy 10th anniversary of meeting your man! We celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary last week and this weekend we should of been having our first night away together just us since having the children.

    Ironically like you it just isn’t meant to be just yet….so Oscar and I will be enjoying a night in Bristol instead! Such is life but with someone who is there for you it does make it all the easier. x x x

  2. Emma

    Such a lovely post.    And congratulations to you (and your friend)…  Sometimes I don’t think you need weekends away etc.  We certainly don’t get many of those either (although Granny’s coming next weekend for our anniversary and we are escaping!)…  Putting down real roots sounds far more valuable!  x

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.