My mother used to always say, “It doesn’t matter if you are collecting the post or going to the ball, make sure you pull a comb through your hair and put your lipstick on because you never know who you might meet!” I used to always (quietly) think to myself that if I happened to meet someone walking the 10 metres to the letterbox right outside our home I’m more likely to be thinking “stalker” than potential love match but hey, what do I know, right? In the case of Claire and Tom, everyone says you will never, EVER meet your husband in a bar, but lo and behold that is EXACTLY what they did! Mind you it was a bar in beautiful Barcelona, but a bar it was. Seems young Tom had a few too many bevies (or possibly was lovestruck! I’m going with that and I’ll bet Tom is going with that too!) and even though they talked all night, struggled to remember Claire’s name at the end of the evening. Doesn’t sound too promising now does it? But like all good love stories, something like forgetting a name didn’t manage to tear them apart but brought them closer together and so here we are!