Will RTFT tomorrow, when the wine has gone from our system. But...I'm all loved up and do love a good story so....
My Grandad met Olive. He was to go to a dance with her.
The night of the dance came. He stood outside the hall and waited. And waited. And waited.
My Nan was friends with Grandad's cousin, Doreen. They were going to the same dance that night.
Seeing her cousin stood outside, looking sad, Doreen went over and introduced my Nan to him.
3 children, 7 grandchildren as (so far) 6 great-grandchildren later, the family joke is "Olive has a lot to answer for"
Grandad passed away in1999 and my darling Nan, last November. Clearing her house out we found Grandad's love letters to her.
They fought like cat and dog, in my mum's words they were both "absolute swines" but they loved each other dearly.
My parents met because my Nan decided that my mum was meant for greater things than Liverpool, so sent her off to be a chambermaid in That There London, aged 17.
She worked in Weyhill before being moved to a hotel in a sleepy town in Hampshire, where one of the regulars with "long blonde hair and the body of Adonis" caught her eye. They married a year later.
they divorced 6 years after that but my dad followed her back Up North and they were remarried within 2 years, currently celebrating 38 years together