Someone in our house yesterday mowed a proposal into the front lawn, and then threw oranges at an upstairs bedroom window to make someone else lean out and read the proposal. I was in my downstairs bedroom, and M was in the country, so it was nothing to do with us. Congratulations D & E, our most tolerant and long suffering housemates. You’re getting hitched!
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