A deliciously decent proposal

Most of the time, men seem to get the big fat end of the wedge.

Us women give birth;  remove our body hair and very often do the lion’s share of household chores and child rearing. (Just a few of the injustices we face on a daily basis.)

The only thing I don’t envy the boys for is the whole hunter gatherer chase when it comes to dating and wedding proposals. Mr F spent an inordinate time fretting over how to propose to me. In the end he plumped for a romantic trip to the South of France (big tick); a boutique hotel (another tick); and a proposal over a gourmet dinner (yet another tick).

The biggest tick was that he was thoughtful enough know that I’m a magazine geek. Any opportunity to buy a glossy and I’m there. Getting engaged presented the chance to cruise a wholly unexplored shelf in the newsagents. My boyfriend (as he was) had been thoughtful enough to bring two wedding magazines away with him so I could start flicking immediately.