“What is it, old friend?”
Sowerbutt looked puzzled.
Spaghetti said: “I legged it round to make
sure that Annie was alright with the bombing after I left you, guv. She was home and she opened
the door. I was so relieved to see her that I blurted out about getting
married. I popped the question, it just came out and she said yes. In fact, she asked me why had I kept her waiting so long.”“Spaghetti, you old bastard,” Sowerbutt shouted and put his arms round his lieutenant. “I’m so pleased for you both. We'll split a bottle of champagne. I kept some of the Pol Roger bottles here for special occasions. This is a 1911, it is supposed to be one of the best.”
“Thanks, guv,” Spaghetti beamed.
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