Is it You that’s going skiing tomorrow?
No? Are you sure? A taxi picking you up at 03:50 (to quote Robin Williams - the “0″ is there ‘cos Oh my God, it’s early!), two hours hanging around an airport, a flight to Geneva, another hour waiting, and then a 45 minute drive up to Morzine, and skiing by lunch tme?
Oh, I’ve done it again, haven’t I - it’s ME, not YOU!
A short four-day trip to the Alps with Daughter, courtesy of Von Smallhaussen - she’s arranged her firm’s annual skiing break, and the chalet is going to be empty from Sunday to Thursday, when they all turn up for their weekend’s skiing.
This is Daughter’s first time skiing, so she’s got a 1:1 lesson tomorrow afternoon, and then three days’ ski school after that. Kids always seem to learn to ski really quickly - by the end of the week, she’ll be better than I am!
Woo, wooo, woooo, etc!