Yesterday I thought the most exciting thing that would happen is that the car might scrape through its MOT (happy days, it did!). I’d been told I wasn’t needed for an extra Saturday working at Jam and Tea and thought all I had to do was some household bits and pieces before heading off to meet our pals Pete and Amanda for a casual dinner in Forest Hill.
For some reason they wanted to meet at 4pm in the Horniman Museum on a fairly grey afternoon, but I went with it, they really like hanging out in those gardens.
We arrived and Pete and Amanda weren’t in sight. Mr H and I wandered up past the picturesque bandstand with views overlooking London when LO AND BEHOLD HE PLUCKED OUT A RING AND WENT DOWN ON ONE KNEE.
I was VERY SURPRISED.
And SHRIEKY- saying “NO” a lot as in “NO WAYS ARE YOU DOING THIS ACTUALLY REALLY FOR REALS??” (Not no I won’t marry you- Mr H wanted clarification quickly as you can imagine).
Round the corner rolled Pete, Amanda and surprise guests Rosie and Henry with champagne and picnic baskets!
We drank our way through a couple of bottles in the gardens before wandering up to our favourite sour dough pizza restaurant. Understated and perfect.