Ooh, what a malarky.  And oodles of love to everyone – *chuckle*.  Yes, I am very happy, and I do have good reason to be.  I had the perfect weekend.  On Saturday we indulged in a trip to Colchester Zoo.  It was nice and not very busy, and despite it being a tad chilly we had a lot of fun and nonsense with the animals.  Especially the Orang-outang’s who developed a liking to me.  They decided to amuse themselves by tapping the glass in a get-this-fly-out-of-my-face way and thus making me jump back about six feet and squeal in the way that a young woman does when she believes that the gorgeous creature is likely to escape and pounce on her.  And they are lovely creatures.  I’m sure that they were more intelligent than me. 

This was followed by a night in a room in the place where we first stayed together, away from everyone.  Pure bliss and lots of moaning.  Of the nice, and romantic, kind.

And I topped it off by insisting that we drive to Felixstowe on Sunday.  Amusements, Fish & Chips, and donuts.  Yum.  And nothing was going to detract from my moment, not even the salty wind.  And it had to be Felixstowe because it was the first place we visited together.  Rather like a First Date, but the first time we met we actually watched Shrek and spent hours talking over some alcohol as though we’d known each other for donkeys years.  But that’s another post. 

He had no idea.  Allegedly. 

Apparently I’d been grumbling about the lack of originality in women doing the deed on the 29th February. 

I didn’t get down on one knee or anything like that.  But I had prepared something to remember the occasion.  And even as he was reading it he says he wasn’t sure where it was going. 

I could see the sea.  And some boats.

And he said “Yes”. 

So we celebrated with a liquour coffee in a pub on the sea-front.

Now we just need to tell The Three Parents.  And buy a ring.  I like the expensive ones.  We’re waiting till this weekend to do it all.  And if you are a brother of mine you must keep quiet till the weekend.  That’s all I ask .

From About.com

Leap Year was the traditional time that women could propose marriage. In many of today’s cultures, it is ok for a woman to propose marriage to a man. Society doesn’t look down on such women. However, that hasn’t always been the case. When the rules of courtship were stricter, women were only allowed to pop the question on one day every four years.
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That day was February 29th.

It is believed this tradition was started in 5th century Ireland when St. Bridget complained to St. Patrick about women having to wait for so long for a man to propose. So, according to legend, St. Patrick said the yearning females could propose on this one day in February during the Leap Year.

According to English law, February 29th was ignored and had no legal status. Folks assumed that traditions would also have no status on that day. It was also reasoned that since the leap year day existed to fix a problem in the calendar, it could also be used to fix an old and unjust custom that only let men propose marriage.

The first documentation of this practice dates back to 1288, when Scotland passed a law that allowed women to propose marriage to the man of their choice in that year. They also made it law that any man who declined a proposal in a Leap Year must pay a fine. The fine could range from a kiss to payment for a silk dress or a pair of gloves.

God Bless Leap Years xxx Elsabeth


  1. CONGRATULATIONS …. YAY FOR YOU … wheeeeee … I wish I’d had a nice big expensive ring …
    ahhh doughnuts on Felixstowe beach … my favourite thing was to go to the Felixstowe market on Sunday and then have doughnuts from the place next to Mannings … ahhhh …
    I can’t wait to come back to Suffolk over Easter

  2. *screams like a maniacal crazy person*WOOHOO!Congratulations!Oh, and SNL=Saturday Night Live. It’s a really popular show where comedians put on these skits ever Saturday Night from 11:30 to 1:00. Perhaps you’ve heard of Bill Murray, Dan Akroyd, Phil Hartman, Chevy Chase…they all got started on that show. It’s been around for like 30 years. It’s a shame they don’t show it across the pond. It used to be a lot funnier than it is now but some of the people are still pretty good.

  3. Forgot to mention…On SNL every week they always have a celebrity guest who does the skits with them. It’s usually someone who has a movie that’s just come out or they’ve cropped up in the news somehow but there are times when it doesn’t work out that way. Like with Colin Firth this weekend. As far as I know he doesn’t have anything big until Bridget Jones comes out…of which I will be FIRST in line to see!

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