How we met
In October 2017 we were both working at a bookshop that no longer exists, in a basement with one radiator. Marcus had been there two years and had strong opinions about the fiction shelves. Leila arrived in the second week of October and rearranged them on her third shift. We did not speak properly for a month.
What changed it was a flood. A pipe went in the ceiling above Travel on a Sunday in November, and the two of us spent six hours moving four thousand books upstairs in supermarket crates. Somewhere around the third hour Leila said something about her father that she had not told anyone else at work, and Marcus, who is not a natural listener, listened.
The middle part
The middle is the part nobody puts on a wedding website, so here is ours in short: two years in Manchester, one year apart when Leila’s mother was ill, a return, a flat with bad light, and a very long conversation on a bench in Platt Fields in the spring of 2021 that decided most of what has happened since.
We are not the same two people who carried those books up the stairs. We have argued about money, about whose family we see at Christmas, and at considerable length about a sofa. It has still been, by a wide margin, the best seven years either of us has had.
The proposal
There was no photographer. In August 2024 we drove to Anglesey for four days, were rained on for three of them, and on the last morning, on the beach at Llanddwyn with the tide going out, Marcus asked. Leila said, and we quote, “obviously”. Then we went and had chips.
The wedding
We are getting married on 6 June at Plas Dinam, in the valley where Marcus’s grandparents met — which we did not plan, and only noticed afterwards. There will be a long lunch, too many speeches, and dancing until the taxis come.
You are on a short list of people we want in that room. The schedule, the map and the RSVP are all further down this page. Please do reply either way — we would rather know.