Simon and I decided a few months ago that we needed a weekend away and after having a think about where all our various friends lived and who we could catch up with and where we wanted to go, we picked Amsterdam (plus, the flights were very cheap!).
We had amazing weather, it was gloriously sunny at all times (other than when it was night time obviously).And sat eating lunch outside in the sunshine.
And we visited lots of lovely places (Handbag museum and cheese shops and markets)
And we went out for some lovely meals at an Indonesian restaurant and then we met up with the lovely Dennis and Charlotte at De Kas for a lovely meal.
We stayed in the rather fabulous Posthoorn B&B in the Jordaan district and absolutely loved it. Breakfast in bed both days and our own little courtyard for hanging out in.
However. On friday night, after we went out for dinner and were slowly making our way back to the B&B via a few pubs. Something happened. We were right outside this particular establishment.
When Simon whipped out one of these.
And asked me to marry him. I said yes. (Obviously, he is wonderful) and immediately put the ring on the wrong finger. Duly corrected, we headed for a restorative drink here (the oldest cafe in Amsterdam)
And spent quite a lot of time for the next 2 days wandering around Amsterdam doing this.
But I do prefer the one a strange little man with a polaroid type camera took of us about an hour after he’d proposed.
You can very almost see the ring on my hand. I am still in shock but am slowly being less overwhelmed as the days go by and am so thrilled to be marrying my favouritest man in the whole world.