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I'm Engaged!

I Said Yes!!!

Well actually I burst into happy tears and blubbed, "Oliver! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oliver!" or words to that effect. 

If you follow me on Instagram then you might already know my big news. I'm engaged! Thank you if you left a lovely comment earlier this week! Yes, Oliver popped the question and I'm so excited to share the story with you.

A Foiled Attempt

We made our way to London to spend a weekend celebrating Oliver's birthday. On Saturday morning Oliver said he'd like to go to St. Paul's Cathedral and visit the Whispering Gallery that runs around the interior of the Cathedral's dome. So called the Whispering Gallery because you can hear a whisper against its walls on the opposite side of the dome.

Nursing a teensy hangover from an over indulgent meal the night before at a restaurant called Sexy Fish, I wasn't too hot on the thought of climbing 257 spiralling steps, but kept my reservations to myself. It was his birthday weekend after all.

We waited in a slow moving queue, climbed 257 steps and walked out on to the gallery. That's when I turned to Oliver and said "I'm going back down."
I'm not big on heights. At all. As beautiful as St. Paul's Cathedral is, and as magical as the Whispering Gallery would be, should you be able to relax enough to enjoy it, all of this is by the by when you can't shake the feeling that you're about to plummet 30 metres to the ground.

And so we took the 257 steps back down to terra firma. All the while I was oblivious that Oliver was already wondering about Plan B.

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Later that day we spent a perfect evening ice skating at Somerset House. Wrapped up all cosy in our winter get up it felt like something straight out of a Christmas movie.

As our time on the ice was drawing to an end Oliver suggested we should skate one more lap and head to the middle of the rink to take a photo. And so, while we were in the middle of the ice rink, as I fumbled to put my camera away, he got down on one knee, presented me with the most perfect ring and asked, "Will you marry me?"

The other skaters, on seeing what was happening, formed a huge circle around us and cheered. My eyes filled with tears and a wave of shock rushed over me as I realised what was happening and blubbed, ""Oliver! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oliver!" or words to that effect.

It was the most wonderful moment and one that I still can't quite believe is true. 

I'm touched that he had carried the ring for the entire weekend waiting for the right moment. That he'd discreetly panicked when security at St.Pauls had asked him to empty his pockets meanwhile I'd  been preoccupied with my own somewhat thorough search. Is there really a need to shine a torch into a ladies "toiletry" bag? 

I love that I can tell people I gave him the runaround, precisely 514 steps worth of the runaround. And I love that our story is testament to the fact that you just never know what wonderful things are round the corner.

I barely slept a wink that night. I suppose it was a day that I didn't want to end.

Thank you so much for reading a post 20 odd yr old me never thought I'd write.

Elaine x x


  1. Aaaaah I love that the other skaters cheered! All engagements are wonderful but I must admit that yours sounds extra special. I'm thrilled for you xxx

    1. Thank you so much Lydia!! It was wonderful. I know I can't believe people cheered it was just the nicest moment.
      Thanks for taking the time to comment xxx :)


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