The Holtbys

I've been ~told~ asked to write the story of how we met... It all started in 2021 with a late-night scroll and what I still maintain was a very bold romantic gesture: sending Alice a Hinge rose. Ironically, despite this strong opening, I'm now regularly reminded that I don't buy enough flowers. Apparently one rose does not cover a lifetime. After a few dates and a lot of chatting, things were going well. Then came York in August 2022. Cocktails were involved. Many cocktails. Somewhere between bar number six and my questionable decision-making, I asked Alice to be my girlfriend. She said yes (thankfully). Celebrations included cartwheels on the walk home and a McDonald's in bed for tea - truly magical stuff. Travelling followed pretty quickly. Amsterdam, Mexico, New York, Lisbon, Gran Canaria - collecting memories, photos, magnets and the firm belief that airport pints (or prosecco if you're Alice) are acceptable at any time of day. Somewhere along the way, it also became clear that this relationship wasn't strictly a two-person operation. Which brings me to an important clarification: there are technically three of us. Alice is a fully committed Swiftie, and Taylor Swift features heavily in our daily lives. Every era. Every album. Played loudly. I've learned to nod along and pretend I don't know all the words. Then Beverley happened. Keys in hand, our first home together in May last year. A place filled with big plans, flat-pack furniture, and the realisation that love is agreeing to live with someone full-time and still wanting to marry them afterwards. So now we're getting married. Alice gets a husband, I get a wife, and Taylor gets a lifetime residency in our house. We can't wait to celebrate it all with you. ♥