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I am running quite slowly with this whole encyclopaedia thing, but I'm being ok with that. Been crazy busy. Give me a month, and I'll be a whole lot more relaxed, but for the next couple of weeks I've got so much to do it's making my head spin.

So, E is a tricky one, hey.

E is for exaggerating. I'm always exaggerating things to a million times their size. Get it?

E is for engagement. I love our engagement story, and love to tell it. Wanna hear?

Rog and I had been together for five years, since I was 17. I was in my final year of uni. Rog locked himself in the study one night with my dad. That was weird, and I started having suspicions. So suspicious was I, that I went out and bought a new dress, new jewellery, new makeup, and got my hair done for a night out he had planned 'for my birthday'.

He picked me up in a limo, and we (and by 'we' I mean 'he') drank a bottle of wine on the way to the Radii restaurant at the Park Hyatt in Melbourne. He desperately tried to sober up while we ate our entree, and I had a cocktail. We shared a seafood main course, and after checking his watch, he rang the limo driver to give us another half an hour to have dessert.

By this stage I had given up on any proposal, and ordered dessert after Rog insisted that I did. My dessert arrived, and I took a bite of the biscotti. 'What's on the plate?', Rog prompted.
'Um, my dessert...' I replied with a mouthful of biscuit.
'No, what's on your plate?' he asked again.
I took a second look, and realised that the chocolate around the edge of the plate wasn't a random pattern, and that it spelled out 'marry me, sweetie'.

I promptly choked on my mouthful.

He went down on one knee, and presented me with a beautiful diamond ring that he had chosen all by himself. Waiters and diners around us applauded. I think I said yes. I don't really remember.

We drank champagne on the way home in the limo, telling the limo driver all about it. And then made out all the way home ;o)

I got a romantic one, didn't I?!