This is our song. It followed us around on holiday in the beautiful Roman city of Bath, till we adopted it. Our home for the week was a cottage atop a hill overlooking the city, with not another soul to be seen for miles. At night when the mists rolled in and lapped at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, I felt I was bobbing in a boat on the sea, just Mr.H and me, forever in love. And then he popped the question with a delicately pretty 1920’s Art Deco ring. Small and shapely and sparkling, just like you, he said. Like the many literary heroines proposed to in Bath, I should have said “I must think about it”, instead, having never learned to play coy, I said, “Yes, of course, I will marry you!” But later I wondered what tragedy had befallen the ring’s original owner. Had she sold it to make ends meet? Did the relationship flounder? Or did she die alone, with all her effects sold off? Even in my moments of greatest happiness, I can think of something sad! Here’s the song… (Health warning: Whole lotta Natalie Portman to love, and for the ladies, Jude Law and Clive Owen) youtube/watch?v=0KaxoRXmdSY
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 08:25:59 +0000
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