Hello all and welcome!
Let me begin at the beginning. Back in November I proposed to my partner of two and a half years on the side of a bottle of whisky in the basement of a youth hostel in London. I'd been planning it for months after many late-night passing conversations about marriage and proposals and so on... Anyway!
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| An awesome pair of geet losers ;) |
(Thanks to my Best Man for the picture, and for facilitating the whole thing really.)
So yes, a little about myself. I'm Lizi, one of those feminist types you were warned about. I met Paul back in 2010 on the student demonstrations in Newcastle. By no means love at first sight, we knew each other by looking I'd say but nothing more. We met properly on May Day in 2011 and got to talking while he was promoting the Youth Fight For Jobs Jarrow March. May Day in Newcastle is always wonderful, that year being exceptionally sunny and warm. It was nice to put a name to his face and after that we talked more and more often. It wasn't until a meeting on the night before the June 30th strike that year when a mutual friend took us out for drinks that things started getting romantic. Romantic-ish. In fact even that's a big exaggeration. That summer we bonded over left-wing politics, feminism and Doctor Who, with a dash of Morgan's Spiced rum in there.
We live together with our lovely little hedgehog, Stormageddon, I study sociology and work part-time in a pub and Paul works full time in a call centre.
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| Our lovely little Stormy |
Our wedding isn't for another three years (ish - no date yet) and I'm hoping that through blogging I'll be able to find some sanity within planning for the big day. I know they're going to fly by!
Happy reading! xx
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