Will you marry me?

A man ran up to me while I walking to the shops with my mum and dad's friend Ken. As I walked arm in arm with Ken, the man who smelt of cigarettes and alcohol and wee, with a missing front tooth said to me "sweetie, you're the most precious jewel I've ever seen in my whole life. If you're not married, will you marry me"? I looked at Ken and said to alcoholised smokey man, "this is my husband" pointing to Ken - Ken has white hair and a walking stick! Anyway, both men smiled and we carried on walking.

It's nice to get a proposal... I suppose, even if my intended is a tramp!

I guess my mum would be pleased considering she's always saying, when are you going to get married, when are you going to get married; she'd be happy even if my fiancé were a vagrant.

The last time he washed, my mum and dad were young lovers!

Having said that, with a wash and a hot meal and an opportunity, he'd probably make a very nice husband indeed!