Dear cherished colleagues. I apologise for my absence from The Chariot, which is down to chronic connectivity problems and a laptop that will be shot in the face very soon unless it shapes up pronto.
I know a photo comp needs to be set and I’m thinking of “My favourite thing(s)” as a working title. I shall put up a separate post on this.
Oh, a bit of news. In the early morning of 31st October, our fourth anniversary, I plied the NSW with champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice and asked her if she would do me the honour of becoming the next Mrs OZ. She eventually said, “Yesh” There was a solitaire involved.
Yippee!
OZ
Congratulations, OZ. I wish you both lots of happiness.
Wow, excellent news, OZ! Congrats to you both and prolonged howling to the moon! π
Congratulations to you both!
Wonderful news, OZ. Many congratulations to you both. When is the big day?
Congratulations, OZ!
Fantastic news, OZ! Felicitations and warmest wishes to you both.
I’ll raise a glass in your direction later, and have a happy howl … π
Cheers, OZ and to the future Mrs OZ II π What spiffing news.
Jolly good!
Good move OZ!
PS I do hope we are going to get a full set of wedding photos?
When is it to be?
Congratulations! I, too, will raise a glass in your direction later π
Well done Mr. and Mrs. OZ. Health and happiness to you both.
You sheep in wolfs’ clothing, you. Congratulations to the Mem Sahib and yourself!
Wooooo hoooooooo!!!!
Way to go Oz!
Chalk another one up to the magical properties of alcohol. Yeee Haaaaa!
You’ll have to get started on an annex to the hacienda if we are all going to be invited to the wedding.
Congratulations to you both. π
Thank you all for your kind wishes. A print of this thread will be preserved with our engagement cards. As she admired the ring the NSW asked, “Will you let me still work when we’re married?” Me, in best world-weary Scouse accent, “I’m relying on it.”
OZ