However, there is a recession going on. Things are tight. Money is required not so much for diamond rings but astronomical bills. So I’ve suggested foregoing the eternity ring and Mr V agreeing to me having a second pooch instead.
As it has taken umpteen years to finally drum training into our senior beagle’s head, Mr V is naturally not keen to go through it all over again. It's a bit like having kids. Just when you've toilet trained them, taught them not to scratch their armpits, to cease snarling at you, stop lolling around on beds that don't belong to them and endlessly chastise them for eating you out of house and home...they go and leave you.
We are down to one teenager left in the nest and an ancient pooch. Every now and again we think about downsizing too. Mr V is keen for us to move into a smart apartment and for me to swap country dog walks for running on a treadmill in a posh gym. Having worked out in the gym whilst skiing (thanks to extreme weather and not being able to ski that much) I can honestly say that I was bored silly running on a treadmill after just ten minutes. I've also been idly looking at properties by the sea. I have romantic visions of walking a dog along a picturesque coastline, watching the sea pounding the shoreline through changing seasons and holing up in a gorgeous attic room that overlooks the ocean whilst writing.
Meanwhile back to reality. I shall take myself off to the supermarket for the Sunday shop. And continue to hound (no pun intended) Mr V over a second pooch...