In the spirit of frivolity, I thought I’d tell you of when the Sage and I got married. I can’t remember how much I’ve said before about this, but since no one generally reads archives anyway (except Mago – but surely not of blogs?), not even I in my own blog, I’ll tell you anyway.
It’s about now*, 37 years ago, that we got engaged. We’d been to a picture exhibition in a gallery at Long Melford and presumably had dinner either when coming or going. We’d been seeing each other regularly for quite three weeks so had, both of us being astute judges of character and more impulsive than we looked, become decidedly smitten. We stopped for some conversation on the way home, in the course of which the Sage proposed.
Well, he said “Will you?” and stopped. And I said “Yes.” And he said “Will you?” and I said “yes”. Third time lucky and he managed to pop the question. And I said “yes.”
The next day was a Saturday and I went to work at the library, having arranged to meet each other in his office at lunch time. I didn’t say anything at work, being the subtle and secretive type. When I got there, he asked me if I’d like to choose an engagement ring or if I’d like a family ring. I’d always rather have antique than new, so I chose the latter, whereupon he produced a box from his pocket, that contained a Victorian sapphire and diamond ring which he put on my finger. It fitted perfectly.
Afterwards, I went back to work and still didn’t say anything, although after a while it was noticed…
Over lunchtime (I can’t remember if we went to the Yacht Club just opposite for lunch or if we just stayed and talked), we talked about getting married. He owned his own house, which simplified matters, and neither of us was in favour of a long engagement. I preferred a quiet, simple wedding as soon as possible – I saw no point in waiting. Rather like making the decision to have my new hip, when I phoned the doctor the next day, I see no point in waiting once the decision is made, unless it’s for a practical purpose. However, he was a bit worried about that. His brother had rather shocked their parents the previous year by suddenly getting married while travelling in Australia to a woman whom none of the family had met and about whom they’d heard little if anything, and he thought his mother should have an occasion to enjoy. We agreed that August would be a good month and it would be the full monty in church and all.
It was one brief anecdote I was going to tell you, of which I was reminded by the setting of tonight’s Antiques Roadshow in Bath. But now I’m putting it in context, I’ll inflict the whole story on you. Heh. It may take days.
* I’ve just looked up the dates for 1973. It was the 9th February when we became engaged. We’ve never marked it – we’re not too bothered about anniversaries.