Mick and I met in mid December 1984. He had been working his way around Australia, travelling in an old school bus with some mates, for the previous 18 months and had come home for Christmas. At the end of January he was to ride his motorcycle to Queensland to be best man at his mate’s wedding and then continue riding to Darwin to catch up with the bus again. I knew of him, but didn’t know him.
We met through a workmate of mine and hit it off straight away. On the second day we met he asked me if I would like to enter into “a not so serious relationship until the end of January”. That sounded ideal. No strings attached, no pressure, just someone to hang out with.
Christmas came and I gave him the usual gift when you don’t know someone very well – a record voucher. Mick gave me this!
I couldn’t believe it. It was the sweetest necklace with a real diamond. Did I feel inadequate with the gift I gave him, or what.
The end of January came and Mick rode his bike to Queensland to his mate’s wedding and then turned around and rode home again. He was the one that was thought to be the least likely to settle back here, but in the end he was the only one who came home early.
We were engaged at the beginning of February, after only knowing each other for seven weeks, and, as they say, the rest is history.
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