When I was about 10 years old, I went with my family to the St Patrick’s Day concert at the Hibernian Hall in Cairns.
Our neighbours, twins Michael and Maureen, were in the concert. Michael came on stage singing a song made famous by a young Judy Garland and Peter Lawford in Easter Parade.

I’m just a fella, a fella with an umbrella

And my 10 year old heart swooned.
I decided, then and there, that one day, when I was all grown up, the man of my dreams would sing that song to me and I’d marry him.
But thoughts and fancies are so fleeting when you’re young, and eventually I forgot all about my romantic childhood notion.
Fast forward almost twenty years and while there wasn’t a chorus line of boyfriends over that time, I did ask myself sometimes “Is he the one?”
As it turned out, he wasn’t.
Then, one day I met ‘him’. And as the months went by, I wondered, was he ‘the one’?
I searched for some sort of sign that I’d finally met my Mr Right. And it came to me on a wet and stormy night by way of a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” I called out to the darkness outside as I opened the door.
“

I’m just a fella, a fella with an umbrella

”, he sang, smiling and soaked.
We married a few years later at a pretty little church called St Mary’s by the Sea in Port Douglas.
People said it was a perfect wedding day, but a pity about the rain.