A proposal and a yes

My boyfriend proposed to me on July 15 and this is our story. I'm not sure whether it's interesting to anyone except me, but here goes...
Simon and I met in 2003 when we were both working in a bar called Pivo. I was in third year at Stirling University and he had graduated two years previously. He lived with my best friend's boyfriend, had dreadlocks and was known for throwing amazing parties. I was really into books, wine and wished I could write poetry in French. Not exactly a match made in heaven, but for about six months we survived on chemistry until it fell apart. To his credit, Simon tried to get me back - serenading me outside me door, becoming a good friend and writing me a song for my 21st birthday. But I'm a stubborn lady and second chances have never been my forte so we didn't see each other for about six years...

Until last year, when we arranged via Facebook to meet at Latitude. We watched The Maccabees together in the sun with friends and I felt happier in that half hour than I had in a really long time. About a month later, he came to London to see me, told me he was in love with me and we've been together ever since.

And then. On July 15, we had been watching Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan at Latitude. He asked me to come on a stroll along the river and up to the forest. So we're walking along, and I'm thinking this is all pretty lovely, and the next thing I see is Louis from Admiral Fallow. I say: "Hello! I'm coming to watch you play tonight". He says: "Actually we're going to do a song for you just now Sara."

They started to play my favourite song of their's Four Bulbs and everything sort of started to move in slow motion. Simon got down on one knee, said some really lovely words and the next thing I knew I was crying and saying yes and had a beautiful ring on my finger. Platinum and diamond (just in case you were wondering) and currently being reduced to a size G. Apparently I have freakishly narrow fingers. Please excuse the chipped nails - in my defence, at least they're Chanel.

A very lazy year

Okay, so it turns out leaving London has resulted in doing something I haven't done in years: nothing. Since I was approximately 15 I've spent life doing (in this order) extra extra-curricular, taking on second then third jobs, getting horrendously drunk and then hungover, going to parties eating all the canapes, doing dayshift, then nightshift, then dayshift again, dating, working, working, working...
Since moving to Suffolk, I've had one job, made new friends and hung out with my boyfriend. I've learned how to make chutney, had my first Brazilian blowdry and found crisps called Corkers. Simon has spoiled me with music, jewellery and home-cooked meals and I reckon if smug was a lady her name would be Sara. But it is time to step it up again, and thus The Literary Look is back...