I had it all so well planned.
The ring, I was sure, was just right – a mutual friend having made some subtle enquiries as to my (hopefully) bride-to-be’s preferred style.
I’d found a charming cottage in the grounds of a beautifully situated farm not far from Dovedale in the Peak District, and booked it for a long weekend.
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