Mike uses his best chat up line; 'Yo' on Amy, hanging off the stairs at the gym after a few months of flirting on the stair master. It's up for debate whether the 3 months previous were the slow burn from love at first sight or just some good old fashioned perverted stalking.

Their first date to the worst restaurant in Brighton to sample 47 different types of meat, some pickled onions and a cocktail with umbrellas. Mike could eat approximately 3 mouthfuls of said meat as he'd failed to mention he couldn't chew after a trip to the dentist.

Mike flies out to gatecrash a hen party and they (unfortunately for Mike's wallet) realise the key to a successful and happy relationship is to jet off once a month to a new country. Within the next 18 months, they manage to squeeze in Greece, Hungary, Romania, Poland, Italy, Albania, Spain (twice), Turkey, Germany and Dubai

Mike and Amy trek through the snow, the entire way to Dracula's castle in Transylvania, Romania for Mike to *almost* get down on one knee, before Amy forces him to stand up and move to somewhere quieter and less overlooked by hundreds of German tourists.

One year on and life is chaos in our family of 6 (Isabella, Jack and Daniella...and Reece as honorary member). The house is usually messy, lights stay on for days on end, lay ins are a thing of the past, half drunk fizzy drinks are part of the aesthetic and we wouldn't change it for the world.

After a complete 180 on wedding plans, we found our venue in the Devon countryside and have all of our fingers crossed on the Devon micro-climate working it's magic! We'll now spend a few months fighting over the price of flowers....