Had one of those sweet 'family' moments in the last-hour-or-so where my brother rang me to say he'd asked he girlfriend to marry him.
Granted many of us thought it inevitable - considering they're well rather matched and have been 'going steady' for some time now. Still... A surprise. And a wonderful one at that.
Which reminds me that I have a cousins' wedding to attend in August, and some of girlfriends' close friends are getting married in June/July if my memory serves me right.
So I better brush the dust off my suit and sling it in the direction of the dry cleaners. Note to self.
Some say I scrub up alright, but more often that not I'm the one sat at the back of these 'do's fiddling with my tie and looking awkward.
Which is why, god-forbid should any lass be insane enough to want to do the big-M with me, I'd much prefer to have a small intimate ceremony, rather than a big expensive one.
The story of my life - I'm uncomfortable being the centre of attention and having parties in my honour; I much prefer being a guest.