Phil Sherry : Spring 2008

Those of you who know me in real life will probably know that my Nan died last week, passing away quietly in her sleep.

Born Joan Frances Farley in 1923, she went on to be a nurse and saw loads of action in the war, stationed in India. She hated curry to her dying day. Eventually, she married Joseph McCartney and the legend of Joan McCartney was born. Together, they were two of the most amazing people I’ll ever know. I feel beyond lucky to have known them and had them as Grandparents. They gave my mother the best upbringing they could manage and she passed all of that on to me.

Whilst in Liverpool for her funeral, my girlfriend, Li, thought she’d give my mother some good news and mentioned that we’d been thinking of getting married. Ten minutes later, my mother called me upstairs and told me my Nan really liked Li and hoped we’d get married, so in light of the recent news, it made sense for us to have something of my Nan’s: a ring.

We were driving home to Teesside that day, so I suggested that we drive via the Lake District and have lunch in Keswick (where my parents had their honeymoon all those years ago). We had a nice lunch but the weather was against us. As we couldn’t walk anywhere nice, I had to whip the ring out in the car. I asked Li if she’d marry me. She said Yes.

We are happy.

I decided to start blogging again. Mostly to rant about things that get on my tits, I suspect. I’m not sure how often this will get updated, or if anyone other than colleagues and friends will read it, but here it is anyway.

The theme was quickly dragged over from my main site with a few quick tweaks to get it looking okay before I dashed out to a party, so if you find any leftovers from the default theme, let me know.