Well I am now back on UK soil and thought it was time to do my post wedding report. I have tried to keep my report brief and easy to read with very heavy flashing however I seem to have failed miserably and it is much longer than I had intended
Here goes........
A little background
Mr Chuckle and I met in March 2010, when I was 24. I had just returned from a trip to Seattle visiting a friend. Prior to this holiday I had been planning to go travelling for a few months but whilst I was away my employer had refused my request. 10 days later I met Mr Chuckle on a Friday night out. He was on a work night out and I happened to old school friends with one of his colleagues, Port. My friend Li was fed up of me being single (I had been single and celibate for about 5 years at this point) and she set about playing Mr Chuckle and another work friend of his B off against each other to vie for my affections. This was for no reason other than the fact that both of them happened to be single.
Anyway, Mr Chuckle and I hit it off straightaway ( although I’m sure that alcohol played a huge part of that) after he gave me a rendition of the solo he had as a 10 year old in the school Nativity play – he played the Donkey! After sharing a few kisses and numbers, he called me the next day. Two days after we met we had our first date and we’ve been together ever since.
In this time, Mr Chuckle has seen me through some pretty tough times. We moved into together after 2 ½ years and then bought our first home together in July 2013.
The proposal
Mr Chuckle proposed on Christmas Eve 2013, but he had purchased the ring in October. We had been speaking about marriage for some time but as we had just bought our house, I didn’t really expect him to propose when he did.
If you ask Mr Chuckle, he will swear blind that I was on to him as apparently I had made a few suspect comments. He had wrapped my ring placed it under our Christmas Tree along with some other presents he had bought me. We have a long running game in our house, that we wrap presents early and let the receiver take a guess a what they are. I had picked up the ring shook it and joked that it was an engagement ring. Shortly before he proposed he also pretended to go out for work drinks but instead was going to visit my parents to tell them that he was planning on proposing. Just as he was preparing to leave, I had apparently made some joke that he had better ask permission from my dad before proposing.
There was also the incident where I had accidently opened one of Mr Chuckle’s bank statements thinking it was our joint account. I realised my error pretty quickly and didn’t look at any of the transactions. When I told my OH about this he was funny with me for weeks about it and I had no idea why but he would make the occasion snarky comment that I am nosey. Had I bothered to look at the bank statement I would have seen the engagement ring purchase on it.
Anyway I digress; we were due to go out for a posh dinner at one of our favourite restaurants on Christmas Eve and Mr Chuckle was planning on proposing before we left the house. One moment we are chatting on the sofa half getting ready and half chatting and next thing I know Mr Chuckle had done a spin and was on one knee. It told me a while to notice the ring and I then I got all giddy and giggly so much that I just left him there waiting for an answer – As if he didn’t know.
