Finally, September 16 was the day.
My partner - after a short wait of five years - proposed to me.
It was a shock, I confess, but a brilliant one that saw mascara unashamedly running down my face turning me into a member of Kiss, momentarily.
He proposed in Sardinia and said that he had already had the ok from my mum and dad, thanks to some gentle persuasion with a bottle of single malt whisky (or whiskey, I'm not sure which.)
So there I was, miles from home, hopelessly happy and with no-one to tell. I could have burst, but you will be delighted to hear that now everyone knows - including you!
So it's finally sunk in - I'm getting married. We've said let's do it in 2010 and so the wheels are in motion and I have no clue where to begin.
I'm overwhelmed - already - and I have 18 months to go....
Let the plannning commence!
