We are 10!

This month marks our ten year anniversary of dating, our actual 10 year ‘happy going out anniversary’ actually fell during the sickies so this blog post has sat in my drafts folder for almost an entire month – thought id better get it on the blog for prosperity’s sake before the end of the month!!!

Ten years ago in a manky old man pub in Epsom, Surrey while drinking apple VKs and watching Chelsea V Barca on the big screen TV our eyes locked and we both instantly knew we were made for each other, we fell into each others arms and declared that we would live a life full of love and harmony together while also over populating the planet from that moment forward.


Ok – only some of that is true and sadly its the bit about the manky pub and Apple VKs and Chelsea V Barcelona.

I was with my friend who at the time was dating Mr Clevs bff (who is now the girls Godfather for those wondering) and we happened to pop in to the boys pub after our girlie dinner. It was pretty boring and my mate and Mr Clevs mate spent most of the night being all loved up in the way that only teenagers can be. I sat there like the slight tomboy I am watching the football and chatting to the group of lads. A goal went in which was contested as offside by the majority of the pub, including me (quite loudly, with quite a lot of swear words and expletives aimed at the ref I should add) and this voice piped up “oh so you know the offside rule then do you?”. The rest is history. That voice belonged to Mr Clev and I of course knew the offside rule and was (and still am) fully able to explain it in the correct and technical fashion.



The pub led to a lift home, then a date and another date, (the above photo is our second or third date to Edwards in Croydon, keeping it classy) and so on and so forth until our really not serious relationship turned into a pregnancy, which turned into Luis, and so on and so forth until here we are now with 5 little babies, married and living here miles away from that manky pub in Epsom.




I cant believe an entire decade has passed. The highs have been very high and the lows have been very low, and somewhere in between that we have created five children, moved 5 times, started two businesses and managed not to kill each other.

My instagram feed is full of my friends, coming up to 30, in the first flurries of love, newly engaged, or just married. My facebook is full of friends proclaiming their love for their other half, “love you so much XXX thanks so much for cooking me this amazing dinner, its amazing and I love you so much” and all that kind of super mushy stuff that Mr Clev and I just dont do, and never did because we went from ‘oh he is just a friend’ to ‘oh erm awkward but we are having a baby together’ in about 3 minutes, and when you are trying to keep a tiny human alive there is no time for all that ‘you are my sun and moon and I love you 4ever’ jank.

I love looking at all our old photos because we are babies in every sense of the word.  The below photo was taken around this time 9 years ago, we had only been together for a year yet here we were as parents to a rather Winston-esque little man.  So young. I only recently rediscovered it after finding it in a drawer, I ummed and ahhed about offering it to the government as a propaganda photo highlighting the dangers of teenage parenthood. Mr Clev and I both look shit scared and I’m pretty sure poor little Luis is about to break his neck. True story – When Luis was born I packed 3 full blown outfits in his hospital bag. When the nurse asked for a vest and baby grow for this 8lb bundle fresh out of the womb I looked at her clueless and pulled out a Baby Gap button up shirt, jeans and matching Denim jacket! I also didn’t know that babies couldn’t hold up their own heads…as evident in the photo, look at that poor little unsupported head just lolling about.



How we made it through those early years of dating, to marriage, and then rearing 4 more children I will never know. I was going to close this post with something cheesy like ‘to my partner in crime – heres to the next ten years of dating’ but lets face it – we never go out together. So, here’s to the next ten years of not going out together, trying and failing to steal some alone time if the kids go to bed early, bringing each other cups of tea in bed every morning, and not being all mushy and romantic. Word.


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