The weekend started the same as they always did for Jemma and Sam. Every weekend the couple wake early and take their dog to the beach. However, on this particular Saturday Jemma hadn’t woken up in the best mood.
“It was cold and raining and I wasn’t in the mood. Sam was pestering me to get up and get dressed which I couldn’t understand because the weather was shocking. After a good half an hour I gave in, just. I refused to have a shower, chucked on my finest “please don’t bump into anyone I know” clothes and begrudgingly left the house.
When we got to the beach Sam parked in a different carpark at the other end of the beach which meant we had to walk over tiny sharp stones to get to the sand. During the walk, the heavens opened and we got soaked but he insisted we keep going. I recall moaning every step of the way to a not so impressed Sam, I dramatically exclaimed it was the “worst morning of my life”. It was at that point that Sam stopped in his tracks and said “is there anything else wrong?” I looked back to him proposing. It’s fair to say I have never felt so bad for being such a whinge! He later explained that he had booked a hotel in the city for the night which he couldn’t cancel so he had to propose that particular day.
The “worst day ever” became the best by far!!”