The comedown

Since the proposal two weeks ago I've been floating along in a bubble, grinning like an idiot and popping champagne corks with excited family and friends. But this weekend that lovely, shiny bubble was suddenly burst, and rather violently too.

Nothing to worry about - just a nasty fight in our local curry house which we were nothing to do with and yet ended with Doug (that's my husband-to-be) getting a shard of glass to the arm - but nonetheless an episode which included blood-stained clothing, an ambulance ride and a four-hour wait in our local A&E. And all on a night when we were supposed to be celebrating our newly-unveiled engagement with one of the bridesmaids and an usher.

All ended happily but I can't shake the feeling of doom this all caused. For just a few moments a chink opened onto a world without Doug, a world of newspaper headlines and unutterable despair. There's nothing like a small drama to wake up your deepest feelings and until faced squarely with the possibility of Doug being seriously injured or worse, I'm not sure I truly realised how much I love him.

In a weird way this Casualty-worthy episode has cemented our engagement and now more than ever I can't wait to be a Mrs. Let's just hope we can complete the rest of our engagement announcements without those flashing blue lights!