One of the most important things to do when maxing out your last bit of days somewhere is to spend quality time with those you are leaving behind.
A couple weeks back I got to do just that with my cousin, Mrs. London. We decided to let Gregory join in on our girly time since Mr. London was away in Glasgow working and we didn’t want him to feel left out. (Truth be told Gregory is a sucker for Girls Night, give him a Mojito and some gossip and he’s a happy boy.)
It was a bleak drive south and not much nicer when we arrived in Toulon. We settled in for the afternoon, there was an Eastenders special on TV that made the perfect background noise to our gossiping catch-up session.
Eventually our grumbling tummies got the better of us so we left Fifty to mind Napoleon and ventured out in search of sushi. If we had known that we needed an ark to navigate the roads as opposed to a car, we probably would have stayed put.
Alas, we arrived to the sushi place and settled into a nook in the corner facing out, the best spot for people watching in the busy shopping centre. But it wasn’t too long before we noticed that while we watched the people, they were watching us. So it seemed anyway, it turns out, they were watching the solo diner sitting to my right. Some of the people watchers even came over to snap selfies with this guy. We were flummoxed and had absolutely no clue who this guy was but that still didn’t stop me from doing this…
|Do any of you French dwellers have any idea who this is?
The rain and traffic caused us to have to take a detour on the way home. We were dangerously close to missing Mr. London’s match so we pulled into a bar to watch it. And because we are total gluttons and sushi just wasn’t enough, we stopped at the Thai restaurant on the way home. After all, it was right around the corner, it would have been rude not to.
Our bellies full to the brim, we went home and relieved Fifty of his babysitting duties and resumed our positions on the couch. Gremlins was on telly… GREMLINS! The last time I had seen Gremlins, I was a wee bitty thing and it scared the bejeezus out of me. This time I found it HYSTERICAL! Oh my heavens… Stripe cruising on the tricycle… pure comedy!
Since it was already after midnight, we thought we’d be nice and wait up for Mr. London to arrive. And that’s how we ended up eating our 2014 Galette des Rois at 2AM.
Mr. London found the fève in his slice. I guess it was his lucky night because not only was he crowned king, but earlier that evening, he had won this (rugby fans will know what it is).
And then because – well actually I have no idea why – Gregory and Mrs. London decided to dare each other to eat a chili pepper, obviously a completely normal thing to do at almost 3AM on a Sunday morning. Lucky for me, I had my phone ready to catch this precious moment.
A few things to note before viewing this video; 1. My early morning filming skills are not the best, 2. The shouting at the end is Mrs. London yelling at Gregory because he was about to spit out the pepper and 3. The question Mr. London started to ask at the end was, who ate half of the bag of Rice Krispy treats I had made him. The answer is us. OOPS.