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My long term boyfriend proposed to me earlier in the year and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.  The only problem is, I’ve got a secret that I just can’t tell him.  I feel like our relationship has been built on a lie and I don’t know what to do.  Since getting together we have journeyed through Europe, explored Asia and travelled the length and breadth of America’s Deep South.  I love his adventurous nature but I thought he’d seen enough of the world before we’d even met.  The truth is all I long to do is explore the length and breadth of our fair isle.  What’s wrong with holidaying in good old Blighty? All foreign food is either too spicy, too sticky or both! I’ve lost track of the meals I’ve pretended to enjoy on holiday, whilst thinking about a plate of chips or a nice egg sandwich.  You can’t go wrong with English food. Where in the world can you even find good crisps? They call them chips for crying out loud and they simply don’t taste the same. All I ask is that the people I meet speak my language (properly) and I know what the food will be. In all honesty, how can one discount the simple geographical beauty found in the Thames estuary? Or the elegant brutalism of the new towns across the many commuter belts in our fine nation.  We’re planning our honeymoon at the moment and I just can’t bring myself to tell him I’d rather swap Cambodia for Coventry or Alaska for Aldershot. What if he calls off the wedding? Please help. I just don’t know what to do.