Til Death Do Us Part!

So I’m holiday in Sunland with The Boy, visiting The Parents once more! It’s really nice here, not to gloat to the people back home but it’s warm and sunny and pretty darned good.

Anyway, we’ve had some good chats with my parents, exchanged (but not opened) Christmas presents, and eaten some good food. And we’ve only been here a couple of days!

But best of all, yesterday we went to a wee village in the hills called Lefkara, where they make lace and silver, and after pottering about for a bit, sat down outside the church where you can see out across the island, all the way to the sea.

And there, The Boy, this gorgeous, amazing man whom I love with all my heart, got down on one knee, held out a glitteringly awesome ring, and asked me to marry him.

What do you mean, did I say yes?! Of course I did!

So tonight we are going out for dinner on the seafront, my fiance and I, to eat good food, be very slushy, and talk about our wedding and the awesome life we will have together.

I think it’s safe to say I’ve never been so happy in all my born days!

Something for the weekend

Last weekend was awesome. Not only was it my first day off in 12 days (we don’t count the 3 days when I was off sick because I couldn’t talk AT ALL, and it’s very difficult to clerk in A&E if you have completely lost your voice and feel like crap) but it was a nice day too, all cold and crisp and clear, just how I like it.

Andy had a band thing in the morning at a studio in Stockbridge which, although it meant getting up early to drop him off with his various drummer-man paraphernalia, was a good thing because it meant I got to have a proper day off. Beware, medical students, of sleeping through all your days off, which is very easily done but is kind of a shame, because you don’t get that many days off and it’s always nice to see daylight and have fresh air.

So while Andy was drumming his wee heart out, I wandered around the shops in Stockbridge and browsed the property. No, we cannot afford to live in Stockbridge (at least not unless we rent) and yes, I am aware of this fact, so don’t worry, but it’s always nice to look. I bought a lovely necklace and matching earrings which I may wear with a certain dress sometime in the future, and I bought Andy a wallet since his has holes in. Then I sat in a coffee shop and read the Saturday Times. Gosh, am I civilised or what?!

We went for lunch in the Grassmarket, in a wee restaurant where I used to work one summer when I was back from uni, and which has awesome sweet potato wedges among other things. After lunch we went to Andy’s house where his sister + husband + toddler son and his parents were waiting for me to play the piano for them to learn a few songs for a choir they were in for church the next day – Andy’s mum has, um, fully embraced the fact that there’s finally someone who can play their (very flat but in tune with itself) piano and has all but arranged a carol singing night for the whole family, Little Women-style. I’m dreading it! Must practice more.

In the evening we went to a birthday party (a nursery rhyme-themed fancy-dress 30th, no less) for one of Andy’s friends. We were Little Red Ridinghood and the Big Bad Wolf. No, I was not the wolf. Some people went all out, it was a really good party, everyone enjoyed it.

And that’s one of my best days ever, right there.

No medicine, just life. Aaaah, life. Enjoy it.

[The weeked got a little worse when someone drove into the back of my car on sunday evening, but apparently whiplash gets you a couple more days off work so I’m not complaining too much. I do like my job, honest!]