Last night Rick Wakeman asked me to marry him. Proof? Here it is.
Our friend Christine, the bookshop owner, was surprised that OG was not with me. I told her he wouldn’t enjoy book signings but she insisted that he would have enjoyed Rick Wakeman. I told her that he didn’t read autobiographies either. Double wammy, but she simply would not listen.
After an excellent evening listening to Rick’s anecdotes she thanked him and said how much she enjoyed the book. In fact she defied anyone NOT to enjoy it. Well, this was challenging. I announced from my front row seat.
“My husband wouldn’t enjoy it” She looked a little nonplussed
“I’m sure he would”
“No he wouldn’t, he’s a grumpy old man” (hence OG – old grumpy)
At this Rick chimes in “is that his empty seat beside you then?”
We were having great banter when up pipes a voice
“Watch her, she’s my mum and tonight she is going to get you to propose to her”
He laughed “Ha ha ha – I don’t think so. I can’t afford another failed marriage”
“Oh that all right, she's rich, she comes with her own money and a safe full of Kugerrands”
I could have throttled her. Any right-minded person would realise that my Kugerrands are not kept in a safe, they are in a safety deposit box in Switzerland!
Well I don’t know if it was the lure of the Kugerrands or my own abundant charms, whatever, he did propose and I have the proof.
I have been the very grateful recipient a new award from Strawberry Jam Anne. Thank you
so much Anne
I would like to pass this on to :-
is that me? how did THAT happen?
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