We met at The Hillgate Pub in Notting Hill — the “halfway point” Rob suggested, which (minor detail) turned out to be his local. Hannah arrived in a great outfit with heeled boots, while Rob arrived slightly shorter than the man he had claimed to be online. He was convinced he’d pulled off the illusion. Hannah clocked it instantly. Thankfully, the important things took over: Glastonbury chat, family trees, and spirited COVID war stories. We laughed. A lot. When the pub called last orders, we simply refused to behave like sensible adults and instead marched to a cocktail bar on Portobello Road, where we drank Piña Coladas - like people who actually like Piña Coladas - in order to continue the date. And that was that. One “halfway” pub, many ill-advised Piña Coladas, zero regrets - and more than four years later, we're still together, still laughing, and still fond of a cold beverage in West London. After getting engaged amongst Hannah's favourite flowers in late 2024, this August bank holiday is the right time for us to finally tie the knot and with it, sign the historic Good Saturday Agreement between a plucky Irish lad and a polite English lady.