It was while driving through Cromer, when we'd been together for a few months, that the clutch pedal on NT's car broke. Without fussing, he went to
Halfords and bought a selection of jubilee clips, and fixed it at the roadside. It was as I watched him, lying in the driver's footwell with his head under the dash and his feet sticking out into the road, with me handing him clips on request, that I decided this was definitely someone I could see myself being with for ever.
In fact, it was then that I joked about how a jubilee clip fitted nicely on my ring finger.
On topic, I like a bit of seaside tat, although Great Yarmouth is a tat too far. We took NT's teenage god daughter there, and she wanted to buy a hoodie. We had to look in every tacky clothes shop on the main street, and then do it all over again when she then wanted some trackie botttoms.