Last week I cajoled my – spoiler – fiancée onto the balcony of one of London’s tallest buildings, got down on one knee, and presented her with a ring and an ad-libbed speech on her many wonderful qualities and why I’d like to make her my wife.
My declaration of love didn’t run as perfectly as I’d planned in my head. For one thing we live in uncertain times, and no one is allowed up to the top of a skyscraper without having first submitted to a trip through airport-style security. This is an inconvenience at the best of times, but if you’ve carefully placed a special ring in just the right pocket for a certain moment and then are forced to discreetly stuff it into your bag without revealing yourself, well, trust me, you’ll be storing up trouble for later.
