Lovely day not pottering.

Today has been a bit busier than yesterday. Last night I was surprised by the arrival of owner of the Ashu, recently returned from his trip to New York with a present and the request that I join him and some friends on a skiing trip. I cannot ski, but could not say no to a day in the mountains. So at 9.15 half a glass of vodka and breakfast started the venture. Another full glass with a sticky bun for lunch, inspired me to go down the mountain on the tyre tube several times, which was great fun, and in between I happily watched other people falling over, or doing fancy moves in fancy clothes.  I was very anxious going up the ski lift, remember going up on something like this as a teenager in Germany and like most people do not like them, so was shaking quite a bit. When I went up the ski lift my hat almost blew off, so I was trying to put the barrier down and catch my hat, and when the daughter of the family  and I tried jumping on the ski lift to go back, she did not make it and got left behind, but as most people seemed to be falling over as they got on or off the ski lift I think we did fairly well and because of my fear even that was an adrenaline rush.