(I am out for a walk with my boyfriend, near my mum’s house. He suggests we have a look around the church that my parents got married in. Having had a quick look round we are about to leave and I turn around, to see him on one knee.)

Boyfriend: *holding out closed box* “Will you marry me?”

Me: *incomprehensible shrieking*

Boyfriend: “I take it that’s a yes?”

Me: “Yes, of course!”

(He opens the ring box, only to find he’s been holding it upside down. The ring falls out and rolls away. I find it, pick it up and put it on.)

Boyfriend: “When we tell people how romantic this was, can we leave that bit out?”