I had a lovely day; met the boyfriend in Chichester (a really gorgeous old town with a beautiful cathedral) and met up with one of his best friends who I've met briefly before. He's an author and painter called Brian Fogarty (
www.brianfogarty.com) and he gave me one of his books and signed it for me. Bless! Actually, one of the stories, 'The Weatherhouse', is dedicated to my boyfriend. Haha.
We went for a coffee in a trendy bar/pub/cafe and this bloke just strode up to us and went
"Ten minutes, yeah?!"
"Uh.. sorry?"
*points to his bag that's sitting on a chair*
"Oh. You want us to look after it?"
"Yeah, I'll only be ten minutes."
"Sure!"
He was gone for about... half an hour, so we came to the conclusion that there was a bomb inside and decided to piss off straight away. Just when we were about to leave, he came back, thanked Michael and Brian, turned to me and went
"AH! MARRY ME!"
"Uh, I'm alright actually thanks!"
"C'mon, you can do much worse than me! I've got a big mouth and lovely hands!"
"I'm sure you have, but I'll pass thanks *nervous laugh*"
So uh, yeah. Interesting day. The bitterly cold weather can suck my carp though.