The Mrs came and sat next to me on the sofa earlier looking really miserable.
"Cheer up," I said.
"Oh I'm OK," she sighed, "just a bit sad."
"You're fab," I said.
"Thanks," she said.
"You're mine," I said.
"I know silly!" she chuckled.
"I love you," I said.
"Aww!" she gushed, "that's so lovely!"
"Marry me," I said.
She squealed with joy and stood up and started clapping like a seal: "Yes!" she bellowed. "Yes! Yes!
Yes!"
I looked up at her and said, "Yes what?"
"Yes, I will marry you!" she beamed.
"Oh Shut up you tart!" I said. "Here, have a Love Heart."