Oh, well you know, the usual - we'd just flown to Paris for an weekend away, and we'd scored the best seats in Pierre's (and you know how exclusive they are) and Mike got down on his knee, and well...the huge rock won me completely over!

Okay, right. Not really. What happened is much, much better-

So I came to Limerick to visit Mike and his mother Martha, and met his sister Sinead - just a lovely holiday, I thought, all unsuspecting. He planned a trip to Cork to visit friends; on the way he wanted to stop at a certain beach, Rosscarbery but we left too late and it was getting dark and we were about to abandon the idea when lo! around the next corner was a lovely little beach. We get out of the car and he's like, let's walk on the sand, and I'm like, naw it'll get our shoes dirty and he's like, WHAT are you like, come on! and i'm like, okay fine and I run out onto the sand. So we are standing there and the sun is setting and it's very pretty and I'm STILL clueless! So exactly how he asked me I'll leave to the imagination, as SOME things must remain private you know, but I was completely and utterly shocked...but not too shocked to say 'yes'! And he told me he was trying to get to Rosscarbery because that's where his parents got engaged (everybody say 'aaaaaaw')...needless to say I was quite touched.

This is short - somehow, a big basket of flowers found its way to the absolute middle of nowhere in Kentucky...