It’s amazing what five weeks in tropical paradises does to clear the mind. After fourteen years of living in sin, Chloe suddenly decided she would ask Allan to marry her. Happily, and despite numerous get-outs being offered, he said yes.
Dear reader, please dispel from your mind any notion of romantic ceremonies on palm-fringed beaches, of bright flowers and silk draped elephants. Picture instead three days of Bangkok government offices, queues, translations, forms, passports, checks (‘Really? You have been living together for FOURTEEN years?’) and rubber stamps.
It’s really not important how, though, just that we have.
Chloe expects and welcomes long and tiresome debates about her U-turn on the institution of marriage. Allan expects and welcomes beers.