It was a bit of a beautiful disaster! It was my birthday and Dougie booked us a table in a beautiful restaurant in London and as it got closer to my birthday there was reports of snow! And it never really snows badly here so we just kind of ignored it Then we woke up on my birthday and there was SO much snow everywhere, as in couldn’t even move our car so much snow! So after loads of phone calls Dougie found Our local Miller and Carter had space so he booked a table there; the day went on and we got ready managed to get a taxi down the awful hill we lived down and made it, as we turned up there was a guy waiting at the door who explained that just before opening a pipe in their kitchen had burst so they couldn’t open I at this point found it hilarious as you couldn’t write it and couldn’t work out why Dougie was getting so stressed! After phoning round again our local Indian was still open and we managed to get a table in there, they gave us a lovely table and Dougie thought ahh here we go, at which point a stag do walked in, so again Dougie had to think on his feet We went to leave and there weren’t any taxis so we started walking home, I was in heels and Dougie in his best shoes and we got Soaked, and then luckily my dad picked us up halfway home We got home, warmed up and got Changed then as we were at home in our snowy little winter wonderland Dougie got down on one knee and proposed At which point I realised why he’d been so stressed all evening