Well, it turns out I can’t even get engaged without do myself some damage.
Yesterday I was washing my hands before having my lunch. Unbeknown to me, my engagement ring had twisted around in the water so that the diamond bit was between my ring finger and my little finger. More precisely my little finger knuckle.
As I dried my hands with the paper towel I managed to squash my fingers together, pushing my poor little finger against my ring.
Turns out diamonds are bloody hard. And little fingers (especially the knuckle part) don’t like coming into contact with hard things.
It hurt (a lot) but I was brave and went to have my lunch. A few minutes later I saw blood pouring down my hand.
Seriously, this could only happen to me.
I am beginning to wonder if I should not actually be allowed out and about without adult supervision.
My friend who is also a first aider got me a plaster, rolling her eyes as she did so.
Once I was bandaged and not dripping blood everywhere anymore, I texted Mr TOPP to tell him what had happened.
And that, my friends, is exactly why I am marrying him.