I'm giving a weary wave to Sian and the Mondayers today - it's been a busy weekend, I'm getting too old to have too many late nights in a row!
But before we even get to the weekend I have exciting news to share - she said 'yes'! My daughter got engaged during her holiday and I couldn't be happier! Her fiancé (that seems weird to type!) is a lovely guy and they make a great couple. On the morning they were due to fly out he sent a text to my husband asking if he could pop round for a chat. We looked at each other and thought 'could it be?' At that point I was already becoming over excited and it was still just speculation, he could have been asking for P's advice on the best route to take to Gatwick (which would have been particularly disappointing at that point!) I made myself scarce until I heard the door close but came down to see my husband with a huge grin on his face. Isn't it great that even now, the old tradition of speaking to the future father-in-law before proposing is still continuing?
Anyhow, we then knew that at some point in the holiday he was going to ask her to marry him but didn't know when. Mauritius is 4 hours ahead of us, so each night as it got to about 7pm here we would look at each other and say 'well, it wasn't tonight then'. But then on Wednesday we had a text from our daughter asking if we were around for a FaceTime chat. We held our breath. The phone rang. The connection took FOREVER to take place. Then we saw a wave of a hand with a beautiful diamond ring and R grinning from ear to ear, shouting 'I'm engaged!' So I know no other details about how or where he proposed but they fly home today so it will be my mission to find out more when I see them tomorrow!
Obviously anything after that was a bit of an anti-climax but we did still have a busy weekend. It kicked off on Friday when we got together with friends for an Indian takeaway. The trouble with going somewhere within walking distance means that no one has to volunteer to be the designated driver so it inevitably ends up being a late night. Then you arrive home, the dog acts like she's been left on her own for a month, so pleased to see you, running around like a thing possessed, Can I go out in the garden? Can I? Can I? Please ... refusing to calm down when all you want to do is get in your pjs, get into bed and turn off the lights.
Onto Saturday, glitz, glitter and glamour. One of the guys that my husband plays badminton with invited us to a party to celebrate his 50th birthday and the dress code was dinner jackets and bow ties for the men, and ladies dressed to impress. I only knew two of the other couples there so I was a bit dubious about it but it was a great night. My new glittery dance shoes were put to the ultimate test and I am pleased to report that even after hours of dancing they were still supremely comfortable. The disco was great, playing all the classics (funny how Rick Astley 'Never gonna give you up ...' guarantees everyone will be up on the dance floor after all these years) and everyone was up dancing - no wallflowers to be seen. However, another late night, another 'where have you been? I've been protecting this house on my own again for hours, there's no way I'm going to quietly settle back down to sleep. I'm refreshed and raring to go. But first - could someone please let me out in the garden ...'
Sunday. Tired. Very tired. Watching the recorded Strictly Come Dancing with a cup of coffee after an egg and bacon breakfast. Popping out to the supermarket. Over to our daughter's house to leave a few bits of shopping she asked for and to leave flowers, champagne and 'congratulations' banners for their return. Afternoon catch up of The Bridge. May have had a short nap at some point during that! Sometimes it's hard to keep your eyes open when it's all in subtitles. A quick spur of the minute idea of changing my blog header turned into a frustrating, time consuming, project (I had totally forgotten how to do it, what size it had to be etc) and now it's got Christmas baubles on, I'm going to have to go through it all again in a few weeks time when baubles are no longer appropriate - doh!
Monday. Here we are again. A half day's work and then a quick jaunt into town to pick up a balloon to leave along with the champagne for the engaged couple's return. (They won't be home until about 11pm so I've got to wait still longer to see the ring!) I am in this photo, honest! You can just about see me in the reflection of the silver balloon! Happy Monday everyone!