Bonjour, I have returned from the depths of a snow laiden France. While you were all chugging to a standstill in our country which fails, year after year, to cope with any sort of extremes in temperature, I have been frolicking in no less than 3 foot of fresh powder and wishing I had signed up to a few private lessons with the selection of hawt Ecole Du Ski Francais instructors I came across. Yowza. I'm tired, hungover, aching, slightly wind burnt on my hands, £200 lighter, apres-skied out...I've laughed til my ribs hurt, felt the tingling feeling of someone new catching my eye, bumboarded, vin-chauded, spent days wondering around with what feels like two lumps of concrete on my feet (aka ski boots), took photos of every stunning one piece suit I came across, scammed free shots, discovered a Swedish bar and generally had a bloody good time.
No doubt I'll crash land the minute my alarm goes off for work at 6:50am, but for now I feel bloody brilliant.
Which, I'm sure you'll agree, is long overdue.
8 comments:
Wooohooo! Glad you had a good time! x
yay! it is about time yes, after entertaining us lot out here, its cool that you had a brilliant time.
so..... new fancy......?
I thought you were quiet.
Excellent. :) Good for you.
Sounds like fun.
Although this must be the first someone returned from a ski holiday with sore ribs from laughing rather the falling.
Hurrah for holidays !!
Looking forward to the one-piece suit shots ...
Ta PJB!
Tick - A ridiculous fancy of which no good can come :D
fwenge - She's only quiet when she's out of the country, fact!
Ta Miss Milk!
Robbie - tell me about it, although 6 hours a day in ski boots is generally no laughing matter...
m.o.t - Oh don't you worry, they'll be put into a dedicated post...
Welcome to my world!! ...or, well, you're welcome back any time!
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