A long time ago, a pretty girl and I decided to marry. Holding hands, we anounced our engagement to her whole family while they were gathered for Sunday afternoon tea.
Our anouncement was greeted with silence.
Even the cat stopped licking its backside.
After what seemed like hours an elderly aunt, bristling with indignation, stood up. "You can't marry him!", she declared, waving a hand contemptuously in my direction, "Look at him! Everyone but you can see he's no good He's just a.. a.. just a vagabond!"