Engaged

I’m engaged!

To be married, I mean.  Not in the toilet or on the phone.  And if it was that, you can be sure I wouldn’t blog about it.

Anyway.  Engagement.

To those of you who are regular readers but with whom I haven’t been in touch for a while, this probably will come as a bit of a surprise.  You might not even have known I was going out with anyone.

Many of my friends who I texted the other day to share the news certainly didn’t, and it shows how rubbish I am at keeping in touch with people that some of the responses included “Um… I presume she’s your girlfriend?” and “Congratulations.  Who is this?“

We’ve been going out for about six months now, but I didn’t blog about it because when it comes to such matters, I regard blogging the same way as getting tattoes.  A tattoo of a loved one’s name is a sure sign that you’ll break up the next day and be left with a permanent reminder of your double stupidity (though I do not base this claim on personal experience).  Plus, of course, work and family are not things I blog about anyway, for all sorts of hopefully obvious reasons.

But now we’re engaged, it’s something I can’t really not mention in my blog.  And she will no doubt feature in these hallowed pages now and then.  I proposed in Glen Affric on Monday (see photo).

More on all this some time soon, but in the meantime it goes without saying that we are dead chuffed and have quite a bit of planning to do.

Oh, her name’s Nicole and she lives on Deeside in Aberdeenshire.  She says hi.