Sunday, January 31, 2010
Oh my giddy Aunt. How did that happen? One minute I’m boarding a plane headed Heathrow-ward clutching a passport with a whopping great ‘FIANCÉE’ stamped within its pages, (not a passport stamp or title I ever quite envisaged), then the next minute, fellow fiancé and I are dropping three anklebiters off to grandparents and driving off into the sunset to celebrate ten years of married ‘us’.
I never considered myself the marrying type. As it happens, I fell truly, madly, deeply, for a guy with geographical, as well as commitment issues...
Me: All we have to do is this: I return to London, we get married and see if we like each other enough to be together. If it doesn’t work, we get divorced, I come back to Melbourne. Simple!
Him: Three seconds of hyperventilation prior to the sound of a disconnecting phone.
Excellently, there was a leap of faith and he eventually came ’round. And I couldn’t think of anyone lovelier to have opposite a table at a long-time favourite restaurant, or next to me eating cinema choc tops while watching Up in the Air (so worth a look), or sharing newspapers over breakfast at an old haunt, or doing silly dancing twirl-arounds in the back garden.
Happy anniversary Us.
PS. Just to keep things real, the Mr has informed me the invoice for his Felty Tomato services is in the post.