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Sunday, 14 February 2010
My funny Valentine
Long, long ago I met a handsome Englishman on top of a mountain in Switzerland. I was skiing with a group of friends and he was a Foreign Office chap on leave from a posting in Thailand, it turned out. He took me out to dinner in a gentlemanly sort of way (see pic in nightclub) and skied with me next day, patient with my lack of skill on the slopes. Then, four days after I'd met him, completely out of the blue, he proposed on February 14th. I later discovered he'd intended to ask me to marry him overlooking the Rhone valley only I fell off the draglift on the way up, so he'd had to wait, nerves jangling, until we were just above the village. I was so utterly astonished I nearly fell over again.
What happened next? Well, it's a long story.
Typically, my husband of 34 years didn't actually know it was Valentine's Day.
Author of POND LANE AND PARIS (nominated for the RNA Foster Grant award), AN OLD-FASHIONED ARRANGEMENT, PARIS IMPERFECT,
TROPICAL CONNECTIONS, TROPICAL SHADOWS ------------------- I've lived all over the world - Germany, Thailand, Australia, Greece, Switzerland and France, but now I'm back home in a small Hampshire village.