I imagine they first properly met at the rugby club.
Dad would have just finished a game.
Mum would be behind the bar pulling pints.
They would have just smiled at each other and started a conversation.
Nothing complicated.
Straight forward, and easy.
Mum would have shone a brilliant smile.
Dad would have said something witty.
The smell of lager, and muddy rugby boots and stale smoke on old jackets.
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