HEY WORLD!!

 

Not to be confused with "war" as in fighting and machine guns and definitely not to be confused with "WAR-ATAHS" (Sorry for mentioning WARATAHS, WARR.) Before we begin.... 

Just to catch you up to speed....
right, all up to speed. 

The Warr and his current location:


And indieBerries and her current location.

The only way one may solve the long-distance problem is succumbing oneself to a very extreme phone-bill. And, when living at home - we don't MIND! Right, dad? right. About 3 weeks ago I asked The Warr what he was doing for Easter in London town all by himself without me (sob) and he told me he was stopping by his sister's house in Wimbledon - he'd already bought his nieces some delicious Easter choccies and he had a housemate's birthday bash on Thursday night - so even though I wasn't there with him on Easter - he still had a festive weekend planned. When he asked what I was doing I told him that our family had planned to go away to the Drakensberg... somewhere.... in the Drakensberg... called "Drakensberg something". Cause i'm awesome with details and all. He did try several times to get the exact name out of me, and dropped many hints to get me to be more specific, but he failed. 

The Wednesday before our Good Friday trip, The Warr's mom gave me a call to find out how I was and how the prac teaching was going and to ask what I was doing for Easter... I tried the same "Drakensberg something" approach, which didn't work as well and Mrs Warren's mom told me to go to my dad right away and find out where we were going and if we could stop by for tea on the way. So i went right away to my dad to find out - because mom's are like that.

The next day The Warr was off for after-work Easter drinks and his housemate Chezza's birthday drinks.

 Then he lost his sneaky phone in the couch and I spent the WHOLE morning trying to wake-up his hungover-self from across the world, which is impossible to do when his phone is dead.



Anyway...... After the dad had dropped off his car at the panel-beaters to have the bumper fixed - we jumped into the moms car and were off to the Drakensberg something for a chilled Easter break - with a compulsory stop over for tea at the house of Mr and Mrs Warra - which my own mom kept protesting since "i've only met them like twice" but the tea (and wine) was delicious and the company grand even though The Warr wasn't there (sob again). Eventually we made our way to the Drakensberg-something and checked in. We decided to go for some drinks at the bar and my dad remarked that I seemed a little un-spritely as my usual self:


My lovely family made me feel very lame very quickly so I put that thought to bed immediately. (Not without a very extended period of chirping from the brother). The dad then disappeared to ask the receptionist for things to do in the area and she suggested that we go up to the top of the golf clubhouse and have a look at the view of the resort and do a bit of star-gazing. So off we trekked, mini snack pack and drinks in hand and there we were, with our wine, chilling at the top of the golf clubhouse
  
We had a few drinks at the "very popular star-gazing venue" which the receptionist had told us about (there was no one else there) and I was in the middle of a very intense conversation with the little brother about how he should wear his hair... {Without me thinking anything of it, my mother had picked up my camera and started to snap away...}


"you see, if you grow the front a bit longer and then you just use a tiny bit of gel, but not too much cause that's super trashy - then i think you should cut the sides a little shorter - like here... let me just show you...."

When all of a sudden out in the darkness....



"so... if the sides are shorter like i suggested, then at least you will be able to style up the top - but not too long because then it gets a bit too floppy...."

Che feels big man-hug from behind and giant red-something in her face...



(this is a true story, i really very nearly did fall off the balcony. The falling-off-the-balcony was also accompanied with a lot of screaming, inappropriate words, wild  yelping and  erractic-cave-man-like "dance-moves") I'm very cool when I'm  in fright. (particularly awesome when both his family and my family are watching me like I'm a wild-thing).

Before going further, I would like to mention A Beautiful Mess - if you follow indieBerries you will know that Elsie's blog is one of my absolute favourites and The Warr has taken to glancing over Elsie's blog from time to time - just to show that he cares :) A while back Elsie posted about making a DIY heart sweater. The Warr sent me the link to that post ages ago and told me "i'm gonna make that for you" ..... me: yeah..... sure....
and the next thing he was standing on the top of a mountain at a golf clubhouse overlooking The Drakensberg resort and handing over a gorgeous hand-made heart sweater.



He even sent me the video to prove that he did it all on his own. Bearing in mind that this is not a girly-man type. This is a rugby playing, fly-fishing, beer-drinking, iron-pumping one-of-the-boys stepping out of his comfort zone for the woman he loves.

 

(sweet) <3

Following the sweater-session and the calming down of my frayed-shocked nerves - he took my hand and led me away from our giddy folks and to a golf-tee overlooking the Drakensberg Resort. Then he pulled out a leather-bound book (which he made) and began paging through it - (pics were taken day after)

HELLO YOU!

HOW ARE YOU?

I'M GLAD.

SURPRISED?!

ME TOO!

MY LITTLE HEART SKIPPED A BEAT WHEN I SAW YOU

HOW AM I DOING?

[smiley face]

FOREVER

WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?

THOUGHT SO

WOULD YOU LOVE TO DO ALL THAT FOR ME TOO?

I CAN'T WAIT!

PS. YOU DO ALREADY

(me definitely crying)

I KNOW I'LL MAKE YOU AS AMAZINGLY HAPPY AS YOU MAKE ME

I HAVE THE PERFECT IDEA

LET'S GROW OLD AND FORGETFUL HAPPILY TOGETHER

DO YOU LIKE THAT IDEA TOO?

And then Mr Warren Dyer got onto one knee and asked me to marry him.

i said yes.


There was a lof of hugging and crying and hand-holding and kissing before we made our way back to the parents...

this is me.

(so very very very very happy)

Showing the dads the leather book.

And then my parents (who had been in on the whole surprise for months) - presented Warr with an engagement gift - 1 x giant canvas picture of Che -

hahaha
(me trying to hide canvas. it is not possible)

but really mom, dad... why? lol :) :)

* Veuve Clicquot for all! *

.... And this is what happened next....

and here you can read about all the things that went on behind the scenes and all the things that (unknowingly) went wrong...