So, recently my wife and I took out a mortgage on a lovely flat in Manchester. We spent a few weeks doing some renovations ourselves, then hauled all our stuff over. After a month, we finally moved in properly. We thought itd be nice to meet the neighbours, so we invited the elderly couple from across the hall over for tea.
Strangely, they drank their tea really quickly, almost as if they couldnt wait to leave. Once they realised the woman with me was my wife rather than my daughter, they seemed even more eager to make their excuses and head out. And this was on a Friday evening, mind you.
Then, Saturday morning rolls around and theres a knock at the door. Turns out its a police officer, asking for our IDsboth mine and my wifes. To top it off, he wanted to see our marriage certificate as well. That threw us for a loop! We spent ten minutes rummaging through boxeshonestly, nothings where it should be after the movebefore we finally found the paperwork.
The officer gave my wife a look that I can only describe as a bit envious, apologised for having disturbed us so early, and started to leave. But before he went, he told us someone had reported that a man was living in the flat with a minor.
Suddenly, it all made sense why the neighbours were in such a hurry to leave the night before once they found out we were married. Im 24 and my wife is 26, but she honestly looks much younger. People mistake her for a teenager all the timeespecially when she wears her hair in two plaits, like she did on Friday, and skips the makeup. In fact, she couldnt even buy a bottle of wine at the local shop without showing her driving licence.
Its hilarious in hindsight, but still a bit awkward. After all that, I decided to shave my beard off so I wouldnt look like some forty-year-old dad living with his daughter.
