I'm not old yet.
Well... not toldlessly old anyway. I got married when I was still at uni.
But seeing as it's disgusting (and because a gentleman never tells), I won't tell you about the more than a few 'romantic liasons' on our vacation. But the room at Wentworth Falls Retreat was GORGEOUS and LUXURIOUS and looked like this:
We didn't get to use the two (2!) patios (one at each end of the apartment) we had.
(Except we had 12 jasmine-scented tea-light candles, and the blind was shut)
(Except we drank the Veuve Clicquot in the bath)
Here's summat that really made the vifferbabe's day. I never actually asked her to marry me; it was more a case of her saying "I think we should get married" and me finally realising that that's what I wanted and I couldn't stand the thought of not being with her. So, when I got the ring from the jeweller, I did the old corny "down on one knee" thing, and asked her if she would spend the next 75 years with me.
Luckily, she agreed.![]()
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