It's happened... the other night my boyfriend got down on one knee and yes.. he uttered those terrifying words:
"do you want to open a joint account with me?"

Ok, so the getting down on one knee was more of a bending down to pick up the lighter he had dropped. But still. I think you will agree it was a very big deal.

Why would he pop such a question I hear you ask. Well the thing is, in three days time he is moving in with me. Yep, that's right, we're taking the scary step from fairly serious relationship to really serious relationship.

I've shifted over my clothes in the wardrobe, bought in food I know he likes and chucked out that pink polka dot nightie I've had since I was fourteen.

I am still a bit worried about the loss of a few simple pleasures. Not having to shave my legs everyday being one. However, despite the comments of many a cynic, I think it's going to be pretty fun.

And if nothing else, at least he knows where the washing machine is, something I have never been great at remembering.