Smuggling the ring out of the Ibn Battuta mall wasn’t easy, although not because the diamond came with a suitably large box (bearing in mind I was wearing shorts). I managed to locate other people who were travelling with us and ditch all evidence and return to my wife as she was paying for a handbag, although I was unable to wipe a smile off my face for the rest of the day.
The next morning, I couldn’t contain my excitement and got down on one knee by the pool.
Posted by Adam Arnold
