The Question

On the 28th October 2011 I asked my girlfriend, Connie, to marry me. She said yes. So that is pretty amazing news, isn't it? I think so. I think it deserved a post of its own, even before I had asked.


And then when I did ask, I was nervous. It wasn't a surprise question, not for me and nor for her, and it had been in the Plan for a while, with various problems befalling my various attempts to get a ring that I thought would light up her eyes and wow the crowds. I suppose the best-laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft agley as the famous bard once wrote. In the end though, it wouldn't matter.  But only for my nerves.

Apparently I get them from my father, which I can probably agree on. I also guess that it wasn't nerves from the actual asking nor the fear of being rejected (who would reject a ginger bearded Scottish blogger who wears brogues?) but it was nerves from the fact that it was one of the best things I was about to do and have done in my short life.


When broaching the topic with my father he stated it was one of the biggest decisions you can ever make, along with having a child. This was a perfect way to calm my nerves prior to asking.

In the end, the important thing that came out of it all was that the coolest person in the world has decided that I am for her, and that she and I will be happy for many years to come. Life always seems so long, and it's reassuring to know that from now on it'll be a proper team effort and, to be honest, I can't think of anyone better suited to be in my team.

I am allowed on mushy, weepy post every 400, and this is it.