The Luckiest Man Alive

I’ve just returned from a holiday with Sarah, my ex-girlfriend, in St. Lucia. We stayed away from the tourist resorts, as far as possible, we ate Creole food, went scuba diving and walking in the rainforest. We explored the Soufriere volcano and we bathed in tropical waterfalls. Paradise. But why do I say ‘ex-girlfriend’? Well, when we were in St. Lucia, and frolicking under a tropical waterfall, I went down on one knee and proposed to her. I am the luckiest, and happiest, man alive. Sarah said yes. So she is no longer my girlfriend – she is my betrothed. Or fiancée as she would have it, but she is partly French. Continue reading “The Luckiest Man Alive”