WhatsApps like this kept rolling in -- and, while I deeply appreciated the abundance of love ebbing out of every message, each one gently tightened the subtle knot in my chest. I'd just got engaged; and while I was -- and am! -- thrilled to be getting married, I somehow felt like I was 'doing the engagement' all wrong.I really couldn't have been happier when my boyfriend went down on one knee a couple of weeks ago. We were on a staycation in England; the beach was empty and, despite the bad weather warning, miraculously rain-free. He picked the perfect moment and I've never experienced a bigger surge of joy than in those few seconds when I realised what he was doing.