Bonjour from the French Alps. Ca va? I hope so. I’m having a lovely time. The weather is completely amazing. Clear blue skies with hot sun. The chalet is gorgeous. I’m missing the kids, but not unduly. My 7 year old told me he wasn’t missing me but was traumatised because his father had made him get out of the car and walk home at some point on Sunday and he didn’t know where he was! What am I supposed to do about that sort of behaviour? Crap. But I can’t be terribly judgemental when I’m not even there, can I?
We make an unusual group. There are four of us. Me. My friend. Her male friend and his internet date. They’re both lovely, but even though I understand they are at the beginning of a fledgling relationship, I can’t see much chemistry there. They just seem to be good friends. We’re having a laugh – going out for dinner and talking rubbish. Last night she told us that she wrote sex stories for a male magazines and has a sex thesaurus to give her alternative words for rude bits.
My skiing is improving, but it won’t be long before I take off in my ski trousers. Unfortunately I’m one of those sad people who struggle to do a poo in the company of strangers. Which means that with the combination of high altitude, too much food and wine and irregular movements I’m farting really badly. Will have to try and get a ski lift to myself tomorrow. I really hope my brother doesn’t read this because I’m wearing his ski trousers.
January 30th, 2008 at 9:14 am
Glad to hear you’re having a grand time!! Hysterical about the poo – as I can’t do that in the company of others either. When I do my beach trip it’s just bad unless I have my own bathroom.
January 31st, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Dear Lulu, have a great time. Don’t explode! Picture instructions when you return. M xx
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