A phone call from Sweden this evening. K finally asked F to marry him - down on one knee too, apparently. In a motorway layby, but beside a stunningly beautiful lake.
So, there's a wedding to organise. They are talking about January, which is scarily soon, even though they don't want a really big "do". And I have to get a mother-of-the-bride outfit I won't hate myself in.
Beware, there will probably be a lot of wedding talk over the next few months.
shapinglight, I may well be picking your brains!