Gavri, Gab-ella, Gobby Gabby, Scabbers, Govri, Gabs, Gabbeh, to mention a few...

It's a jolly holiday with you Gab...

The 16th of July 2011 is a day that will live in infamy for the young single girls of the world, the day that Guy Watts was officially taken off the market. No lesser woman than Gabriella could have won over our protagonist, she is, in a word, peculiar. I've heard it said that being married to a Farley wife requires one to be either prodigiously self assured or masochistic. That is not to downplay the delight of the experience in any way, just to hint at the fact that in order to endure the initial indications that you are not favourable takes a certain type of person, one who is very confident of their own worth, or one who just enjoys the pain. In my early days as a suitor in the Farley household I was interrogated by the myriads of cousins, aunts and siblings, sat through countless dinners where very little was said except by Elouise who would usually pray that I would marry Gabriella, spent many hours holed up in chez-Alistair playing fifa and was generally treated as an odd stalker particularly by Gabriella. Notwithstanding this neglect I managed to snag my prey while others mourned the end of The Bill and Elouise performed a show for us.
      It is not surprising, given her less than regular heritage, that Gabriella has turned out to be somewhat of an oddity. She is a diamond in the rough, no doubt about that, but a strange one. Her tastes are, well, tasteful. They are, however, completely arbitrary, that is to say not based on merit (hence marrying me!) If I were to offer her a pair of jeans one day she could come up with a number of reasons why she didn't want them and the next day I could offer her an identical pair and she would lap them up. There is no telling what she will truly love, one can make educated guesses, but guesses they will be. In terms of food she seems to be of the opinion that meals come ready made from some kind of tree, an enchilada tree, a tuna-fish pie tree etc. The funny thing about this is that she is actually quite a good cook. Her tastes for food are more stringent than anyone else I know, she pretty much measures the chunks of chicken in her enchiladas to make sure they aren't too big. Her favourite meals are essentially those she has grown up with and the things she doesn't like are, by and large, just the things she hasn't tried before. She loves cheesy doritos, tapioca, frazzles, salt, sugar, happy cows milka bars,anything cranberry and lashings of cheese in or on any dish.
       Anything I say here can only really scratch the surface but I don't want to do my favourite person an injustice by stopping where I am.
      She is very thoughtful, conscientious, loving, happy and clever. Though she reads very little she knows everything about regency fashions (because T.V is so much better than books of course!) She is funny and loves to have fun. She makes me very happy and I am a very, very lucky man for having known her, let alone married her.