Sunday, 22 June 2014

In which I have a really good Tuesday

It was a Tuesday. It didn’t have much to distinguish it from any other Tuesday. Oh, except the fact it was our anniversary.

Most of my day was eaten up on a work trip: I spent hours on a train heading Oop North for a meeting that lasted considerably less than the hours I then spent on a train heading back to London. By the time I’d got back into Kings Cross, I was thoroughly glad we were going out for a celebratory dinner, partially because I’d accidentally managed to spend the whole day powered only by a single fat-free yoghurt.

In the back of the cab to Polpetto, where The Writer and I had our first date three years ago, I deployed the super-power belonging to everyone who attended a girls’ school, and changed seamlessly from work jacket and trousers to dress and heels without showing one’s tits to the driver and half of Soho.

We ate our way through a completely delicious dinner, as is the only Polpetto way, of gin fizzes, toasted focaccia, burrata and samphire, crab linguine,  goats’ curd and beetroot, chocolate flan and more red wine than was probably advisable on an average Tuesday.

I eschewed TW’s suggestion of a cab as too extravagant for a Tuesday, even an anniversary Tuesday, and we got on the tube.

Back at the flat, I unpinned my hair and mad a made dash to wrap up the last of TW’s anniversary presents that had arrived that morning.

“Come over here a minute,” he said, leaning against the sofa as I battled with the Sellotape.

“Hang on,” I flustered. “Just let me finish this.”

“Look, I think you should turn around.”

Something in TW’s voice made me put down the wrapping paper and turn to face him. He reached out his arms and pulled me towards him.

“I love you,” he said, “and want to spend the rest of my life with you. So there’s a question I want to ask you.”

My heart stopped and my eyes welled up as he crouched onto one knee and reached inside his jacket pocked to produce a sparkling sapphire ring.

“Will you marry me?”

I wish I could say I responded with calm and grace and dignity. I didn’t. I cried, shrieked and cried a bit more; threw in a “what the holy fuck do you think you’re doing?!” and kept crying. Smooth as sandpaper, me.

In amongst the tears, though, I managed to utter a “yes” as he slipped the ring onto my finger.

Best. Tuesday. Ever.


Lisa said...

Congratulations! Sounds like a really good Tuesday indeed.

Mike said...

Here's to happily ever after, Blonde. Fab Canadian and I will hoist one in your honor tonight.

Dora said...

I wish you all best!

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DewdropDream said...

Massive congratulations! :)

Rosie said...

Oooof, this made me well up! Congratulations!! And what a gorgeous ring! <3

Sam said...

Lovely story - congratulations!

Amy said...

Squee! Love this story. You are TW are a pair well met, and I'm so glad you're happy x

jman said...

Congratulations blonde! May the happiness of the moment be the recurring theme of your years ahead together. As Billy Crystal said in When Harry Met Sally - "when you meet the person with whom you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start right away!" No doubt the plans and the wedding itself will being to rival the fervor surrounding William and Kate's!

Zstep said...

Congrats! :-)

Kat said...

Absolutely wonderful. Well played TW!

Anonymous said...

Well done that man, lion tamer!


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