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‹Chuckles›

This month, we have mostly been eating lettuces wot we grew on our garden. Delish they are too! Still no sign of any runner beans, although we can’t see the canes for the plants so perhaps soon.

For our dinner tonight, as a sepcial treat, Tammy has dug up some of her favourite veg, the humble carrot:

And of course, I now know why the humble carrot is Tammy’s favourite veg…

If only Esther Rantzen would bring back ‘That’s Life’. *sigh*

‹Is no longer looking forward to digging up Onions. They’re bound to come out bollocks.›

I think most of you know by the kind offices of Stu that T and I are now engaged to be married For those of you who don’t here’s how it happened…

I’m so glad Tammy said ‘Yes’: I must confess I was absolutely shitting myself beforehand. I had to have a quick word with the security guys in front of the stage. I was told I needed to write down the announcement on a bit of paper. Gah! I didn’t have any on me! Didn’t stop me asking the strangers around me for pen and paper (Tammy was being distracted by chums in the know). Both items were soon forthcoming, thanks to JG. I hastily scribbled a few words and handed the by now damp paper to the nice security lady, then stood back and waited…
and waited…
and began to think the announcement wouldn’t be made…
and started chewing my nails…
and T kept asking me what the matter was…
and it was the longest 5 minutes of my life…
and I was beginning to think ‘ah well, at least I tried’…

and then BAM! it happened, and all in what felt like the blink of an eye!

There _is_ such a thing as a Perfect Moment*, you know. Tammy and I shared one with a few thousand people on Saturday, and it was the most perfectest of all Perfect Moments! I couldn’t think of anywhere better to get down on one knee and do the decent thing than at Cropredy, in the rain and mud, right in front of the stage with Richard Digance doing his thing. Spot on. We’ll remember that for the rest of our lives! So many people kept coming up to us to offer their congrats, I think my hand was about to fall off at one stage from being shook so often.

And of course, you all want to have a look at Tammy’s magnificent pink ring (who sniggered? come on, own up! it was you, wasn’t it Thirst?):

In addition to all our friends who helped us celebrate, I owe a debt of thanks to two great chaps who helped me to grow a pair of balls in the first place:

Lord Hutton of Tin Muff who gave me a kick up the arse and made me get on with it.
Cap’n Henry T Thirst of New Haw for his inspirational line: ‘Pssst. Hoi, ’scuse me…’ as that’s exactly what I had to do to talk to the security guys at the stage. You get nowt for not asking, after all.
Thanks guys

And finally, and most importantly: Thankyou Tammy for bringing me true happiness. You’re my best friend and I love you.

‹Has big fizzog-based grin of soppiness›

*No, not that awful song by Martine McClutchyanuts. Tchoh.