Any avid reader of my blog should hopefully have noticed a few things by now. I’m terrible at consistency, I worry about my skin, and I take going up and down seriously. Well, this update follows the policy of bad with the good, though this time the good far outweighs the bad.

I guess I should start with the biggest thing.

I asked Sarah to marry me and she said Yes!

I genuinely have never felt so many emotions so quickly in my life! I was terrified, nervous, hopeful, scared, happy, ecstatic and a bunch of others all within seconds of each other! I won’t go into detail here as it’s not the place, but it was cosy, romantic and I still can’t believe I’m going to marry the love of my life, the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, my best friend, My Sarah Jane.

I managed a few nights at home; christmas eve was a fantastic night with music, carols, reindeer dust and my favourite poem. Christmas morning was much of the same, with proper family time being my main focus. I recieved some lovely gifts; a bottle of scotch, socks, and a coat I’ve wanted for a very long time. More importantly, Father Christmas visited Amelia, and she seemed to have a whale of a time. The order of service next took us to my mum’s house for an absolute beast of a feast, which was brilliant. Cheers Mam! Following that, we swapped gifts with the family there, which I always love. By the time we had dessert I could barely moved, thank god I was already on wheels.

Back at home, Sarah’s brother and his wife arrived, and we had a great time seeing them and celebrating our new engagement. We finished off with Sarah’s cousin joining us; a lovely close to a great day.

Unfortunately, the next day was not quite so good. I headed back into hospital for what I thought would be a quick shower and check over, and ended up me staying in. I spiked a temperature, had a bad chest, and just became rather unwell, although I felt fine. Never mind, plenty of time of celebrations later.

A few days later, on Saturday, I had a fight on my hands; the hospital would prefer I stay in hospital, but I want to head out to 2nd christmas with my dad’s family. Luckily, a very understanding ward sister and a bit of a faff later I found myself in the pub with my family. It was a great few hours filled with laughter, love, more gifts, more food, and happy memories.

Overall Christmas was a huge success, and I can’t wait for the next one to fully enjoy it all at home!

Happy New Year All!