I haven't read the original post that gave birth to this thread, but here is the story of how my parents got married.
They had been dating for five years and my mum wanted to move things along a little.
She decided that she and my dad would rent a flat. She got it all organised and told dad what she had done. He said that there was no way that he was 'living in sin' (1962, catholic girl and free church of Scotland boy). Now that mum had him cornered he proposed.
Nine months later, to the day, I was born.
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