It's Me, Sara Louise

Some Saturdays ago, Mrs. London came to visit bringing her brother, Brother London, with her and his new fiance, Roxy. Since new engagements call for celebrating and celebrating calls for Champagne, I threw together a quick sip and nibbles spread for their arrival.

Brother London told us all about how the proposal went down… how he had scrimped and saved for the ring, hiding cash about the house before spending all day in Hatton Garden searching for THE RING, and then taking Roxy to a private pod on the London Eye for Champagne, where he got down on bended knee for a perfectly timed to sunset proposal. It was pretty romantic stuff. Mrs. London and I looked on starry eyed, in awe of the romantic gesture, while Gregory stared at Brother London like he wanted to hit him over the head with a shovel.

{thanks to the bride-to-be for the beautiful photo}

After toasting the engagement, we set off to visit a teeny, tiny village outside of Le Petit Village to see the spot where a monk had thrown himself off a cliff. It’s a bizarre tourist attraction I know, but an attraction nonetheless.

(Gregory had originally told me that the monk had killed himself, so naturally my overreacting imagination went straight to some ‘The Name of the Rose’ type of scenario, but nope, Martine has since informed me that the monk was actually being chased by a raiding guy on horseback when he died. Either way, homeboy went over the cliff and now there is a wooden cross that marks where.)

We got to the village and had a look around. The spot where the monk went over although a bit morbid, is quite a pretty one. We walked about soaking it all in taking photos and chatting about how the whole monk and guy on horseback scenario probably went down, and then Gregory, being Gregory, almost went the way of the monk himself, right over the edge of the cliff. Luckily I didn’t see it, but this is what happened…

I was taking a photo for Roxy of her and Brother London standing in front of the wooden cross when I saw Brother London’s face transform into one of pure shock and fear. I looked over to my left to see Mrs. London scrambling forward away from the cliff’s edge and Gregory pulling himself upright and dusting himself off. Apparently, Gregory had thought it would be funny to have a run at Mrs. London as she stood a few feet from the cliff’s edge and act like he was going to push her off. But when Mrs. London saw him coming, she stepped out of the way, causing Gregory to stumble and catch himself a mere foot from the cliff’s edge. And that’s when I yelled something along the lines of, “!&?@#!#%&!”

(We will no longer be taking visitors to the monk spot again because clearly Gregory cannot be trusted to not do anything stupid while standing so close to the edge of a cliff, and as I have reminded him, his life insurance policy is not worth that much.)