So after a long flight back from South America (we went for the cheapest possible option involving about three different crappy flights and a a lot of waiting around in airports), I arrived back in England, picked up a suit and headed straight back to Heathrow to catch a flight for San Francisco and my new job. Back to reality…..check, new job……check, only thing left was to make an honest woman of young Danielle, the love of my life.
San Fransisco just happened to have a huge store for the Tiffanys ring she ever so subtly hinted at many moons ago, but I could never afford during our traveller scruff years. Only problem was they didn't have the specific ring she wanted, apparently she needs a child proof ring with no sharp edges that she can't catch in her hair or scratch herself with. Obviously buying a ring for Danielle was never going to be easy.
I'd emailed ahead long ago though and after a month of searching the salesman finally found the Lucida ring she was after at another store in the states and had it shipped over for my arrival. All good, after finally getting over the flu I'd had all week thanks to my brother, I ran off at lunch to the store on the last day of my training.
That's when disaster struck, best laid plans mean nothing to HSBC security and despite using my card all over the world they'd decided on this moment to apply the block on it again. An hour spent on the Tiffany office phone trying to get through to HSBC security at 3am UK time was not what was needed, especially with three snooty sales assistance staring at me. It was also my first week at work and fast approaching a three hour lunch break. Eventually they removed the block but the card would no longer work on Tiffanys till as it had been declined three times already. I had to admit defeat and run back to work with a half paid for ring and a flight at 8am the next day before the store opened. Doh!
A lovely weekend followed for our friends Si and Lucy's wedding, we caught up with some great friends but hit the booze hard. The week that followed was painful from a hangover/jet lag/new job perspective, but fortunately for this engagament story I was back across in America, this time Chicago. After a lot of begging and pleading with the San Fransisco store assistant the ring had been mailed to the Chicago Tiffanys store for me to finally complete payment. This ring has done some serious air miles.
The final piece of the puzzle was the trip up the m1 to ask Graham for his fair daughters hand in marriage. Ok so it may have taken me a full wine tasting day, some karaoke and a lot more beers in the Scarborough taps before I finally plucked up the courage but I said the words and got the ok.
So, we managed to survive 24 hours a day together for well over 365 days, we only just did it, but we did it, and there is nothing we can't survive now.
Only problem is I haven't actually proposed yet, so for the ultimate test of if Danielle actually bothers to read this blog……..Danielle, I love you forever and I would the happiest man in the whole of Nuneaton if you would spend the rest of your life with me…..will you marry me??
P.s I am at the Welcombe Hotel and Spa in Stratford upon Avon for the weekend with your ring and some champagne. Warwick road, CV37 0NR.
P.p.s I've brought you a suitcase so you can come straight from work, can't guarantee there is a full outfit in here but I can confirm there are some clothes
P.p.s txt me if it is a no so I can get stuck in to the champagne
P.p.p.s finally a few photos to prove a point that we DO have photos together!