I'm all grown up, and I'm all grown up!

Had I not woken to her humming a tune that stayed in my head all day. Had the sun decided not to shine. Had we not taken a walk through memory lane on the beach where we first fell in love. Had we not had that third gin and tonic. Had that raggedy dog not made me smile. Had Michael Jackson not been singing ABC. Had she not looked so beautiful. Had the clouds not parted when she said, "What will be different when we get back home?" I might not have asked.

And, she might not have said, "Yes!"

I could feel fate conspiring against me towards a moment that was impossible to resist. I actually missed my cue when she first asked, "What will be different when we get back home?"

That was when time stood still. I'm not sure how long it lasted but, when I spoke again, I asked her to repeat her question - and answered with one of my own.

One moment we were kissing through smiles and the next we were agreeing to the first price of a rickshaw driver to take us to the nearby 5 star Intercontinental Hotel. We arrived in a tuk-tuk to dismissive stares and checked into the luxury suite to celebrate - Bombay Sapphire G&Ts, Goan room service and the first real bath for nearly a year!

Then the call to Mr. Thompson. I was so nervous I didn't even realise he was messing with me (apparently, he had no idea who I was and now wasn't a good time to talk!). Once he had finished playing with me, the conversation was drowned by the sound of a screaming sister - I guess I'll have to get used to that:)

To be fair, it was about time she made an honest man out of me!

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