April 10, 2008
Happy Birthday to me
Ah, 41. A bit of a nondescript age really. It underscores 40 a little, but doesn't preface the significant ages ahead. One of those nothing year.
I am still in the French Alps, in Peisey-Vallandry for those who know the region. And... I can ski!
It transpires that snowboarding last year will a bit of a silly idea since it is near impossible, while skiing is a piece of piss. That I could ski after one two-hour lesson is testament to the sheer ease of it. Five days in I can now do fancy stuff like zig-zag down a hill, ski backwards and stop on a sixpence.
The only problem is that my knees aren't up to it. After an hour they hurt. At the end of a 2.5 hour lesson I am crippled. I recover overnight, but I think I might have to rethink my new ski-bum career.
Other than that all is well.
Oh, Verity hates skiing. We booked her a one hour private lesson and she lasted ten minutes. Looked cute in all the gear though. Photos to follow.
On Saturday we drive home.
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Happy Birthday to you indeed.
I remember 41. Actually, I'm much younger than that, so that's a lie.
One thing I always mean toa sk when I'm on here - how are your fostering plans coming along? Brave? Daft? Noble, certainly. And to be admired, for sure.