I met Kate in hospital - I had been knocked off my motorbike, she was a trainee nurse - usual story - handsome patient, young nurse, you know how it goes...
Anyway, 2 years later, when I was finally out of hospital and walking again (I wasn't in hospital all the time - most though..) we went off round the world. On our way back, about 10 months later, I bought some jewellry in Thailand to sell and recover some of the money we had spent. Took it to Hatton Gardens to be told it was lovely, worth loads, but the market was flooded with that sort of stuff, so keep it for a few years. Many years later, we went to Kenya, and while packing, I found the jewellry, so took it with me, along with a postcard with a mock 1920's photo of a woman in flowing dress, on her knee pleading to the man, and in BIG TYPE, the message 'Marry Me, You s**t'
So, some very flash hunting lodge in the jungle, after a long dusty day, I left the card and ring on the bed, and went off to have a wee. Mid-stream, Kate came srceaming into the bathroom, threw her arms around me, causing me to wee all over the walls (well, 2 walls, not all of them).
I had to pay a charge to the hotel when we left, despite my excuse, but we were bought champagne by 2 aged lesbians - the only people in the bar that we thought might join us to celebrate (not because they were aged or lesbian..)
19 years after we met, we are still very much in love, and have 2 fab girls, and I still limp from my smash - a silver lining to that cloud maybe ??
