Just had the most lovely series of messages from my friend Fay, who I don’t really see that often. I’m going on her hen night – and I’m going to the wedding – and I can wear what the hell I like!
She said yes! I popped the question after dinner at a gorgeous little taverna in Santorini – and she said yes! I never dreamed I’d be uttering these two little words but I’m engaged!
By the time anyone else but me reads this, I hope to be engaged and have written an amazing post about proposing on the Greek isle of Santorini at sunset. But as of now, that’s going to have to wait. Anyway, I’ve just bought an engagement ring – and it’s almost as beautiful as the girl I’m about to propose to.
I wrote on here a few weeks back how happy I was that Annie’s mum had invited me to her local hen night, her hen weekend in Leeds and her wedding – with a place on the top table, no less. Now it seems she’s not the trans ally I thought she was.