My husband and I met at a college in North Wales - a residential "second-chance" place.

Neither of us saw the small advert in the paper, but both our mums did. I can't speak for my husband, but my mum forced me to apply (I think she wanted me out from under her feet!)

We met on the first day of the course, became friends, not expecting anything more than friendship.

During the last fortnight of the course, a sewage pipe burst under the halls of residence. My friend helped calm me down, reassured me and was there for me during the panic that being kicked out of halls caused (everyone had to leave for health and safety reasons). We were shipped out to halls at Aberystwyth University. He'd been there before, so showed me around Aber, then we played cards in his room with another friend. On the Tuesday of the last week of the course, I wanted to take my TV with me so I could watch Torchwood: Children Of Earth. My friend helped me bring it across, then up to my temporary lodgings. We ended up (officially) getting together then.

Five years later, my friend is sitting next to me as I type this - as my husband! If it hadn't been for our mums seeing the advert, we'd have never have met, and if that sewage pipe hadn't burst, we'd never have got together.