Just four little words...

Michael and I had one of our occasional talks about the big “M” word this morning (or more accurately, I had one of my occasional moments of dropping another rather unsubtle hint). He told me that he was a little too busy with work at the moment to propose to me (two events in the next two days, plus still trying to finish his PhD) so I pointed out that it took about two minutes to get down on one knee and say four little words. Unfortunately, I didn’t anticipate that those four words would be “Ow, my knee hurts.”