As we start to tell people our news, we can’t help but notice that all our male friends tend towards hearty hugs and offers of congratulations, but our female friends tend to go in for squealing and an instant demand for details.
So in order to satisfy the requirement for details, here they are:
I’ve been quite up for the idea of marriage for ages, and I have been dropping the occasional unsubtle hint which had generally been met with horrified looks from Donny and accusations of being a Bridezilla. In honest truth (although Donny probably won’t believe me) I had put the idea out of my mind. Especially as if we did go through the whole process of marriage and then decided to move to the US, our marriage would mean precisely nothing in the eyes of the INS.
But then when we were on holiday in Thailand, something amazing happened.
Let me set the scene:
We were outside our little hut which had a balcony that had a view through the jungle out to the sea, above which the moon had just started to rise. We had just finished off the last of a bottle of duty-free scotch we had brought with us (I hasten to point out this was now the fourth night there) and I was just thinking about turning in when BAM! – Donny gets down on one knee and asks me to marry him.
As you can imagine – my answer was a massive yes!
After the necessary hugs and such two thoughts occurred to me:
First: I really hoped we had a similar idea about what this meant.
As it turns out, we do – phew.
Second: What on earth was Donny’s family going to say?
Yeah… you’ll read about that in the next article.
So currently all we know is we want to get married in London (and maybe also do some sort of thing in the States) and we want it to include just enough standard wedding stuff so people feel comfortable, but enough imagination to actually make it memorable.
And the release of a flock of doves – obviously.
