It's Me, Sara Louise

So, you know how my life here in Le Petit Village can be a little strange? Well check this out; last night The Husband phoned me on his way home from work (all normal so far, he always does) and tells me that Brother-in-Law just dug up some old bones. Huh? What? So not normal.

The back story: Brother-in-Law is a mason, and he is the go-to guy in the village for the restoration of all the old facades. Currently he’s working on the 12th century Priory (which is such a coincidence for me having just read Pillars of the Earth and all). See, the Priory, ceased being an actual Priory hundreds of years ago and it was recently bought by (try to follow me here) Child Bride’s friend’s Belgian mother. The Belgian mother only lives here part time, but I guess when she does, she now wants to live in an old monk house. But get this, not only did she buy the Priory, she bought the ruins of the old church next door… you know… this one…

So not only is Brother-in-Law restoring the outside of the Priory, but he’s smoothing the surface of the small, medieval cemetery. And that’s how he found the bones (say it with me… C R E E P Y). Now immediately upon The Husband’s arrival home last night, and finding out what actually happened, as in Brother-in-Law actually found some medieval bones, my nerdy little mind went into overdrive as I pictured National Geographic descending upon us, and the fame that would follow, which would then enable me to begin the annual Medieval Knights Fair that Le Petit Village is destined to host, but now it would be the World Famous Medieval Knights Fair hosted by yours truly, as I reign in my pink satin cone hat with the silk scarf flowing from it’s tip, with Fifty next to me in a little monk habit (sometimes my brain wanders). But no, it was not to be, there was no one to call. Apparently, some French historical society was here years ago, found all the remains, and left them (As it should be really, I mean I don’t want somebody digging me up 900 years from now… note to self: cremation). No fanfare. No Medieval Knights Fair. Nothing. Boo. (Note to Historical Society: next time you may want to rebury the bones a tad deeper).