Well, where to begin

Short version:

Drank some cider. Drank a lot of whisky. Got engaged. Drank some more whisky. Was shown around a few distilleries and tasted the wash at most of them. Drank even more whisky. Beat England in the Whisky Game (we ended up 3rd out of 5 teams). Had some whisky for a change. Discovered the airline we were travelling with (Duo) had gone bust on Friday leaving us stranded. Booked tickets with Ryanair and had some whisky to celebrate. Drank too much whisky at Dregs, but was unashamedly cheerful the next morning even so. Met Lyn in Edinburgh and was introduced to Peter, Ella (the dog) and Kally (the blind cat). Went for a walk on the beach in Prestwick and caught the flight back home.

Did you pay attention to that? You might gather, if you know the rest of the story, that Martin (finally) proposed. In public, even, at the Aberlour dinner Friday night, with an american film team present, which may mean we’ll end up with the whole thing on DVD (not produced by us). I sure hope someone filmed it, because I must admit that everything seems a bit hazy in retrospect. I must have answered in the affirmative, though, because I now have this shiny thingamagig on my finger, which feels very strange.

Anyway, as a good blogger (I mean “good” as in “good girl”, I’m not in any way passing judgement on the quality of this blog), I have, naturally, created a wedding blog. In fact I created it a few months ago. More about that over there.