For the past three days I've been waiting with bated breath for the phone to ring and Diana to say my engagement ring is ready to collect. But nothing has happened, besides me nagging Doug about whether he's heard anything.
But this morning I started one of those conversations only long-term, bed-sharing couples have, the ones which begin with "I had the weirdest dream...", and began to regale Doug with all the details of how I dreamed the ring was wrong, so wrong in fact that it was actually a plastic bracelet! Having heard enough of my deranged ramblings he then leaned over, rustled around for a while in the pile of mess he calls a bedside table and produced the most perfect ring in the world.
Doug loves a joke and as it turns out he had known for days that it would be ready for Christmas and had picked it up last night while I was out drinking Islington dry in festive spirit with one of my bridesmaids. It's going to be a very merry Christmas...!
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