Absolutely. This is a modern day fairy tale right in our neighbourhood.

I can hear, in my mind, the sweet voice of prettiep singing Snow White’s classic “Some Day My Prince Will Come” as she forlornly looks out of the window of her thatched cottage on the other side of Forest Hill. And then there he was. (Albeit, around the corner lurking in Melbourne Grove.)

I’m so pleased for you prettiep and Prince. And thank goodness for your Dad spotting him.

Another happy ending.