Expectations, and good fortune

It's been a really hard week. My employers probably won't thank me for saying that, but it has been, and not necessarily for bad reasons.

But against a backdrop of immutable deadlines today, I had a hairdresser's appointment because, and only because, it is this weekend that is my first proper wedding commission (and I want to look tidy).

During the day I got stuck on a problem with Microsoft and in the stress of the moment, thought I'd ring my other half who knows everything there is to know. Embarrassing, because I've been alive longer than he's been using computers. Anyway ...

No reply. Rung again several times. No reply,.

So ... I had to ring my other half from the hairdressers, because we had booked a late valentine's night out at Turners, our local Michelin starred restaurant, and I was running late.

Finally, a sketchy reply.

Thought - ahhh! Maybe after 10 years, there's a proposal in the offing. He's been out in the Jewellery Quarter!

Went to restaurant, and as I was telling him laughingly about my stupid train of thought (stressed, tired, post cold - not rational - none of this really matters, I'm post feminist after all) he delved into his pocket .. I stopped breathing ... he pulled out a tissue, for the cold he's caught off me ..)

.... laughed at myself.

But meanwhile there was a lovely card with lovely words for the horrors we've been through this year, and means a lot. Of course, we don't need rings.

(or do we :) he he)