The ring - the end.

Now that I have written about my stunningly amateurish proposal, I can share the result with the world.

Vicky's finger has gone from this:

- to this:

And I'll tell you another thing: it's a blimming good thing that I went about it the way I did. I never would have picked out an oval marquis cut diamond but that is precisely what Vicky wanted, when we went into the jewellers and designed it together (mostly Vick). Let that be a lesson to all you cocky bastards.

Of course, it took months for the jeweller to make the custom ring, which was maddeningly unimpressive, but that's another story. It's not a very interesting story, either, so you won't read about it here.