Loved up

I have been inactive for over a week now. This is down to a combination of block; wasting energy on fearsomely long comments that would have been better served as subjects for this end of the operation; work-type stuff and a certain amount of self-preservation. This will change for there is a new air of confidence about chez nous.

Today we went to Nantwich to audition an accountant. That is of no consequence other than Sharon got caught short as we parked the car and the public toilets in the car park weren't responding to coin of the realm, remaining steadfastly locked. The helpful parking attendant suggested the Civic Hall across the car park would be open because there was an antiques fair on and there would be relief available inside. We made it in time and as we had almost an hour to spend before our appointment we browsed. Sharon and antiques is a dangerous combination at the best of times, especially when there is blue and white china and goodness knows what else about. I don't know quite how the next bit happened but there is always a certain amount of second-hand tom about at these places and we just happened to be staring at some. In short, the freshly filled wallet was quickly emptied and a piece of shiny stuff now sits around the third finger of Sharon's left hand. Yes, it's taken a few years but she is now my betrothed. Vicus, I'm doing the right thing at last.

My only regret is that I didn't use the full facilities available to me in the Civic Hall in order to perform the ceremony, namely one of South Cheshire's largest stages and a hall full of bored stallholders. Hindsight, eh? Would have been useless without a camera, as well.

I may not have pockets full of diamonds but today I feel I have riches beyond compare.