Over the past few weeks quite a few people have been asking me when I’m going to get married. I’m engaged you see and have been for about a year and a half. I guess this is about the time that people start expecting their invites?
When Alex proposed he did not ask me to marry him. He asked me if I would engage him. He knows me well… I’m not really the marrying type. He even asked me whilst I was eating my chocolate dessert. Tactics of course – He knew I was in a good mood and would probably agree to anything with my mouth stuffed full of my favourite pud.
Getting married is not something I’m convinced about yet. All that standing around declaring my love in front of people who have blagged a ticket to a free and very expensive meal, just because they know me… Oh no, I’m not falling for that one! Apparently there are plenty of ways of doing weddings on the cheap but that’s simply not my style darling! What with the average wedding cost being around £15,000 and most of the friends living in Australia and New Zealand, I don’t think I’ll be able to negotiate having mine anytime soon.
The one down side to not having our ‘big day’ is that we probably won’t ever get an excuse to splash out on a fabulous trip abroad right after a good old knees up with everyone we know. I was very tempted to enter this Destination Honeymoon competition that I saw on Airbnb. I’d love nothing more than to get away from it all in The British West Indies or even closer to home in Tuscany but alas, there is no chance of me being lawfully married before the requested date. Perhaps one of you would like to enter? You will no doubt be able to remember the first time you met you’re loved one better than me anyway. (Those party days never did me any good at all!)
Ever the romantic through and through. That’s me.