14 March 2024
It started, as the best love stories do, with an app and a lot of beer (and cider). We met at BrewDog and, against all the odds Hinge usually offers, actually liked each other. A lot.
A few more dates followed — Three Colts Tavern, Victoria Park, The Culpeper. And somewhere in the blurriness of a bottomless brunch we made it official.
Summer 2024
Our first holiday: a grand tour of families. Canoeing, pasta from scratch, Thorpe Park, a day out on Tinker, and Bruno travelling to visit Sally's family in Devon for the first time.
Low budget, high chaos, exactly right.
October 2024
Six months in — but when you know, you know. Bruno left Bethnal Green, Sally left Stratford, and we moved into our flat in Rotherhithe, overlooking the Thames.
We celebrated our first night with a noise complaint. For playing a very competitive game of Throw Throw Burrito. A very strong start.
November 2024
A week in an Airbnb playing cards, drinking margaritas, and eating some genuinely delicious, completely unidentifiable fish. We never found out what it was. We're at peace with that.
February 2025
We flew to Perth with Sally's family to visit her brother Max near Busselton. The flight's free wine gave Bruno an excellent ten-hour nap and gave Sally a minor allergic reaction somewhere over Asia.
On day one, Bruno got extremely sunburnt hands. For the rest of the trip, he refused to leave the house without his one-litre bottle of Coles suncream. We swam, played cards, relaxed, and never let him forget it since.
Throughout 2025
Bruno played rugby, sure — but parkruns for fun? Absolutely not. Sally had other ideas and got him from the sofa to the start line of the Big Half. They ran it together. He's still not entirely sure how it happened.
2025 — 2026
Sally passed the Renucci family test in Corfu: a week in a lovely villa, lots of table tennis, and plenty of very serious relaxing.
Then came Treviso, technically a boys' trip to watch Glasgow play Benetton, with Sally included for balance. We managed about forty minutes in Venice, considerably longer at a theme park serving alarmingly strong Aperols, and somehow also fitted in the Tiramisu World Cup.
A Six Nations trip to Rome: Scotland lost, it poured with rain, and everyone drank more Aperol. A perfect day.
2026
The plan was airtight. Our friend Bao took Sally to dinner to casually find out what ring she'd want. Groomsman Jamie (Bao's fiancé) came with Bruno to design it from scratch at the same jeweller he'd used months earlier.
Sally claims she had suspicions when Bruno turned his location back on after collecting the ring and her phone pinged her instantly. There is no one to corroborate her story.
Bologna: pasta, wine tasting, more Aperols, cards on the balcony, and a proposal. She said yes. Bruno fell asleep mid-call to Max in Australia. The Aperols finally won.
Next Chapter
Two years of adventures, terrible decisions, and a lot of Aperol. We couldn’t be happier with how the story’s gone — and we can’t wait to have you with us as we begin the next chapter.
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