The Proposal!

As probably all of you know Squizza popped the question! So the story goes:

5 January 2007.

Squiz took me into the Aussie bushland for no apparent reason (could have been to dig a hole and bury me, or to propose marriage - I had a hunch that is was the latter). We sat on a log and he told me that he didn't want me to come back to Sri Lanka with him.... as his girlfriend.... he'd like me to go back as his fiance (or finance as I like to phrase it). Then the magic question..."Will you marry me?" Silly me bolted straight to the "yes, of course, I'd love to marry you" without taking the opportunity to let him sweat it out for a few seconds. You'd think I would have learned to play the game.....