I've waited seven and a half years to become Mrs Jones (I could be more precise but that might suggest desperation), so to say that I was rather overjoyed when presented with a sparkly diamond on 25th April 2007 would be an understatement.
The news was met with approval by most - though none were so demonstative in their excitement as Miss Penelope (our smallest cat) who licked the rock in appreciation. Big Jez (biggest cat) took off in disgust and didn't come home for days. Poor sensitive soul - he doesn't like his equilibrium to be tampered with.
With the cats suitably soothed the planning began - much to the shock of Mr Jones, who seemed to think he could propose and then sit down and recover for a few months. Ha - after making me wait seven and a half years - not likely, there's not a moment to waste.
The news was met with approval by most - though none were so demonstative in their excitement as Miss Penelope (our smallest cat) who licked the rock in appreciation. Big Jez (biggest cat) took off in disgust and didn't come home for days. Poor sensitive soul - he doesn't like his equilibrium to be tampered with.
With the cats suitably soothed the planning began - much to the shock of Mr Jones, who seemed to think he could propose and then sit down and recover for a few months. Ha - after making me wait seven and a half years - not likely, there's not a moment to waste.
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