I’M GETTING MARRIED!!!
Phew. Keeping that in has been exhausting.
Finally I can talk about it. And talk about it. And then maybe talk about it some more. So you sit there and listen while I talk about me and the ring that now resides on that most special of fingers.It’s Henry who asked by the way. Not a random stranger.
We were in Barbados (staying at the oh so lovely Coral Reef Club by the way) and if I’m honest I suspected Henry might be planning something.
Usually he sits back and lets me plan all the travel as I’m a little obsessive about it but this time he insisted on sorting everything out. Strange, thought I.
We arrived and I started looking around for the perfect place for him to propose so that I might lead us there subtly.
It turns out at this hotel it’s impossible to find a spot not suitable for the most important of questions. It’s wall to wall pretty and with the sea and beach dominating the eye line one has an incredible view at all times.
Despite this fact Henry seemed interested in everything but getting on one knee. He was having the time of his life. Entirely out of character he even sang at Karaoke (sorry Lionel, he murdered All Night Long).
He proved a hit with our fellow guests though and we were soon chatting to a couple who despite having been married for 7 years decided to tell us their proposal story for half an hour.
It was very romantic to be fair to them and I hoped it might give Henry a nudge but he just listened intently, had a drink and then we carried on with our day. Our third day. Yes three days gone and nothing. So I gave up and decided to just enjoy myself. I couldn’t find a ring when I went through his suitcase anyway…
The next day we had our evening meal on the beach. Romantic, obviously, but as I said, everything was romantic and I had forgotten about being a bride.
So I didn’t think anything of it when Henry ordered fruit for pudding other than ‘that’s odd, Henry never has fruit for pudding’.
He then changed his mind and disappeared off to tell them so with me tutting as he went.
Upon his return he said pudding would be a while so suggested a beach walk. Lordy knows what he could order that would take so long but I like a walk so didn’t argue.
I was wearing heels (perfect beach footwear) and so looked very ladylike as I hobbled alongside the Caribbean sea.
Eventually my brain engaged itself and realised my walk would be more pleasant if I didn’t fall over every couple of seconds and I took them off, leaning on Henry as I did it.
And when I looked up again he was holding a ring.
“I’ve got a question to ask you but I’m going to need your left hand,” he said.
Thinking about it I don’t think he actually asked me the question. But I squealed and gasped and jumped up and down and hugged him anyway.
I also swore a lot. More than usual. Wasn’t expecting that but Henry didn’t seem to mind.
Gentlemen readers – if you’re thinking about asking someone for their hand in marriage I can thoroughly recommend Coral Reef Club.
By the time we were back at the table, once I’d stop crying and dancing, there was Champagne ready (fruitgate was in fact a Champagne ruse).
The hotel staff had been pleasant enough before this but now we were celebrities.
So. I am getting married. I still can’t believe it even when I write it down but it’s true no matter how many times I pinch myself.
And I really couldn’t be happier.
I promise to try to talk about something else next week…