Happy Friday! Hope everyone has something nice planned for the weekend…. As many of you know, we have a new Treehouse Keeper which, after nearly a year of being pretty much a one woman business, is utter joy. Matt is settling in brilliantly, and thanks to all our new clients for making him feel so welcome. I’m so excited now to be handing the blog reigns over once a week for our new feature ‘In the He House’ – which will be a regular slot written by Matt, for all the guys. Over the coming months, he’ll be featuring loads of great articles for Grooms in particular so stay tuned and ‘like’ us on Facebook for automatic updates or follow Matt on Twitter at @In_the_He_House
Ready? Over to you Matt…
I am Matt Fogarty and I will be 30 this year. I’m very lucky to live in a beautiful house in the beautiful town of Tavistock, Devon with my beautiful wife, Leanne, whom I married last September.
Having chased the dream through McDonalds, Royal Mail, a cold-calling company I can’t remember the name of, Bandvulc Tyres, CP Plus Car Parks, Orange, Next and Plymouth City Council (in various guises), I appear to have landed in my perfect job! I was really starting to think I was going to have to go to university. I now get to work from home, helping people out with their celebration stationery as a Treehouse Keeper at In the Treehouse, even the job title is cool. Well, it’s cooler than “Clerical Officer”, “Training Squad” or “Car Park Attendant” anyway.
Forgot to mention that I was an Avon lady for 6 months too.
Just before Leanne and I married last year, we had the good fortune and the help of some wonderful relatives to be in a position to buy a house. So we did. The sale completed 33 days before the wedding. Hectic, frantic, tired, stressed and exhausted are all words. They are words that go some way, and yet at the exact same time, no way to explaining how we both felt at this time. I love a challenge, as long as it’s not beyond the realms of the slightly-higher-than-average man but getting up at 6am to go to work, getting home at 6pm and then painting, sanding, glossing, cleaning and who knows what else until 11pm, whilst also juggling wedding preparations was, with hindsight, perhaps a little foolhardy. But I had a hell of a lot of help from a hell of a lot of people so I couldn’t and wouldn’t possibly dream of taking all the credit, only 95% or something like that.
After all the endless trips to B&Q, hard work, pain, blood and tears we got to get married. It is possibly the most overused cliché in the history of language on this planet but it really was the best day of my, and our, lives. There’s something so special about having all of your favourite people together in one place and not a day goes by when I don’t wish that I could live in that one day for eternity, it really was absolutely bloody amazing. I will definitely be blogging more about our wedding, with guest spots and all sorts. Please look out for next week’s blog when I’ll be making a start on that!
Much love, Matt x
