Bustling through the crowds at our local pub, I searched for my boyfriend Samuel James, 28, and a group of our pals.
Spotting them at a corner table, I made my way over and plonked myself down.
‘Who’s for a pint?’ I asked, waving my bank card in the air.
After a few rounds, the others left, and Sam and I got talking about our relationship and how it was progressing.
Having only been together a few months, after meeting through friends in March last year, it was one of the first serious chats we’d had.
Now, in August, Sam had an interesting idea.
‘Why don’t we just live together? We see each other all the time,’ he said, jumping excitedly to his feet.
I was convinced it was all…
